Submissions by HadesRising
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Cult of Deibauccus
Those who worship me will know endless pleasures
Of secret sexual treasures
Bow to me and worship the meat
Welcome to the buffet, it’s all you can eat.
Travel to the ends of the earth so you can find
Your own spot to stand in line.
Behind the veil of Prudish villains
Are legions of crafty Machiavellians
Beyond the reach of oceans
Above Phallic peaks
Are the cult of Deibauccus,
People of the uncouth,
And the fuckers of the meek.
Orgies of pain and untold splendors
‘Twixt man, animal and robot vendors.
Nothing here is in...
Of secret sexual treasures
Bow to me and worship the meat
Welcome to the buffet, it’s all you can eat.
Travel to the ends of the earth so you can find
Your own spot to stand in line.
Behind the veil of Prudish villains
Are legions of crafty Machiavellians
Beyond the reach of oceans
Above Phallic peaks
Are the cult of Deibauccus,
People of the uncouth,
And the fuckers of the meek.
Orgies of pain and untold splendors
‘Twixt man, animal and robot vendors.
Nothing here is in...
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Hades
I’m onboard and in the dark,
Black currents shifting below.
The gloom is thick, it seems you can cut it.
Charon sees with restless eyes,
He’s the ferryman of the deathly droves.
I can hear the cries around me
All the voices say the word, “Why?”
Will I see Elysium or maybe Tartarus?
I await to be judged,
Among the other groans and sighs.
Hades spies all with his Helm of Darkness
Gripping his bident of duress.
The Lord of the Dead waits to greet me,
I will take my place with the dead.
I take my place along the...
Black currents shifting below.
The gloom is thick, it seems you can cut it.
Charon sees with restless eyes,
He’s the ferryman of the deathly droves.
I can hear the cries around me
All the voices say the word, “Why?”
Will I see Elysium or maybe Tartarus?
I await to be judged,
Among the other groans and sighs.
Hades spies all with his Helm of Darkness
Gripping his bident of duress.
The Lord of the Dead waits to greet me,
I will take my place with the dead.
I take my place along the...
739 reads
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Made In Hell
It is written in the loom
That she will come to my tomb
To consort with the dead
And lay with me in my bed.
A witch’s skin and my undead flesh
Will make an unholy caress.
My rigor mortis shaft
Will lovingly ease her wrath.
Rotten ichor and lady juice
Is what she choose.
Wormwood and decay smell
With make a match made in Hell.
That she will come to my tomb
To consort with the dead
And lay with me in my bed.
A witch’s skin and my undead flesh
Will make an unholy caress.
My rigor mortis shaft
Will lovingly ease her wrath.
Rotten ichor and lady juice
Is what she choose.
Wormwood and decay smell
With make a match made in Hell.
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The World Burns
(PART FOUR OF THE TRAGEDY OF THE GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
Upon this obsidian throne, I fill with rage.
Rage born of failure, pride and despair
Woven like a mesh under the skin.
It’s time for the screaming to begin.
Man, God’s children, will suffer the most
Since their suffering will not affect the Host.
Storms will ravish the land
As eternal fire will scorch their souls.
I summon the great Leviathan!
“Rise from the depths,
My son’s time has come!
And bring about their deaths,
As their world burns!”
...
Upon this obsidian throne, I fill with rage.
Rage born of failure, pride and despair
Woven like a mesh under the skin.
It’s time for the screaming to begin.
Man, God’s children, will suffer the most
Since their suffering will not affect the Host.
Storms will ravish the land
As eternal fire will scorch their souls.
I summon the great Leviathan!
“Rise from the depths,
My son’s time has come!
And bring about their deaths,
As their world burns!”
...
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A Game of Pain
(PART THREE OF THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
Walking the path of tombs
Candles burning in the gloom.
I seek the one thing that cannot be found,
A spark of light in the doom.
Fires rage around my steps
Never taking the right, only the left.
Looking only for a tiny little wisp
Of the love that I am bereft.
She fell so long ago
To the rocky ground below.
I can still hear her scream!
The beginnings of the great show.
Deep in the flames
I still play His game.
A game of pain
In the...
Walking the path of tombs
Candles burning in the gloom.
I seek the one thing that cannot be found,
A spark of light in the doom.
Fires rage around my steps
Never taking the right, only the left.
Looking only for a tiny little wisp
Of the love that I am bereft.
She fell so long ago
To the rocky ground below.
I can still hear her scream!
The beginnings of the great show.
Deep in the flames
I still play His game.
A game of pain
In the...
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Burning Faith
(PART TWO OF THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
I have searched high and low
From Heaven’s spires to the pits below.
But no trace of Faith remains,
On my soul like a stain.
The tragedy beckons me
To seek revenge.
I can still smell the scent of her burning,
She still sends my heart to churning.
An angel, like a comet in the night,
Faith was the only thing that brought me light.
I rant,
“Father, I still blame you
For what was done to one who so loved.
She was my only joy!
How can...
I have searched high and low
From Heaven’s spires to the pits below.
But no trace of Faith remains,
On my soul like a stain.
The tragedy beckons me
To seek revenge.
I can still smell the scent of her burning,
She still sends my heart to churning.
An angel, like a comet in the night,
Faith was the only thing that brought me light.
I rant,
“Father, I still blame you
For what was done to one who so loved.
She was my only joy!
How can...
799 reads
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The Heroes of Persephone
She sits on the throne of the dead
While her cruel husband visits battlefields.
Loneliness sets its way in
And then fantasies begin.
Persephone watches fallen heroes with hungry eyes
Images of Achilles wets her thighs.
Longing and lust awakens from loneliness.
Bringing about immortal horniness.
Cold dead fingers bone the moistness
Until she reaches orgasmic voices.
Dripping juices on obsidian floors
From the twat of the underworld whore.
She spies Hector with a Trojan
With his sharp eyes roving
Over her lithe undead flesh....
While her cruel husband visits battlefields.
Loneliness sets its way in
And then fantasies begin.
Persephone watches fallen heroes with hungry eyes
Images of Achilles wets her thighs.
Longing and lust awakens from loneliness.
Bringing about immortal horniness.
Cold dead fingers bone the moistness
Until she reaches orgasmic voices.
Dripping juices on obsidian floors
From the twat of the underworld whore.
She spies Hector with a Trojan
With his sharp eyes roving
Over her lithe undead flesh....
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Burning Embers
My demon feeds on me everyday
Like a parasite drinking me away.
A succubus laying on the bed,
Her whispers echo in my head.
I have grown to love the abuse
She’s just another drug to use.
She sucks on me while she feeds me
Always taking and giving what I need.
But like all good things, she cannot last
In the sunlight, she’s burning fast.
A fading echo from a scream that’s rent,
Singing me one last lament.
Tenderly, I collect the remains
Of my everlasting shame.
I will keep her here forever,
I cannot lose her, never!...
Like a parasite drinking me away.
A succubus laying on the bed,
Her whispers echo in my head.
I have grown to love the abuse
She’s just another drug to use.
She sucks on me while she feeds me
Always taking and giving what I need.
But like all good things, she cannot last
In the sunlight, she’s burning fast.
A fading echo from a scream that’s rent,
Singing me one last lament.
Tenderly, I collect the remains
Of my everlasting shame.
I will keep her here forever,
I cannot lose her, never!...
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Inside the Labyrinth
The labyrinth twists and turns
Walls made of stone and ferns.
Gloom shadows the light
Only to improve the fright.
What awaits at the center?
Paranoia quickly sets in
Waiting for screams to begin.
Sun dims before my eyes
Creeping death is on the rise.
What’s that noise?
Something chases me around
Between these walls, I am bound.
But soon I find my way
When the sky drenches me in rain.
What is that voice beyond?
What waits around the corner,
In the center of the turmoil?
Manticore and haunting wisp,
Only...
Walls made of stone and ferns.
Gloom shadows the light
Only to improve the fright.
What awaits at the center?
Paranoia quickly sets in
Waiting for screams to begin.
Sun dims before my eyes
Creeping death is on the rise.
What’s that noise?
Something chases me around
Between these walls, I am bound.
But soon I find my way
When the sky drenches me in rain.
What is that voice beyond?
What waits around the corner,
In the center of the turmoil?
Manticore and haunting wisp,
Only...
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Insane Pleasure
I am lying there next to her
Holding, whispering
Sweet nothings to each other.
The stage is set,
I get her wet
Longing for more pleasure.
The sex is long and slow
Then she takes my flow
And sets her glow.
I can feel her love
Like from above.
She begs for another shove.
But then I awake
Feel like I’ll break,
My sanity is at stake.
I am chained to a wall
Inside a filthy stall,
A ball stuck in my jaw.
I am just a slave
On the way to the grave,
I cannot be saved!
In my mind I howl
Soiled in my...
Holding, whispering
Sweet nothings to each other.
The stage is set,
I get her wet
Longing for more pleasure.
The sex is long and slow
Then she takes my flow
And sets her glow.
I can feel her love
Like from above.
She begs for another shove.
But then I awake
Feel like I’ll break,
My sanity is at stake.
I am chained to a wall
Inside a filthy stall,
A ball stuck in my jaw.
I am just a slave
On the way to the grave,
I cannot be saved!
In my mind I howl
Soiled in my...
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Final Breath
As I lay here in the gloom
Pondering my doom
In my tomb
What brought me to this?
What was the wish
That’s served me
A dish?
Was this to shut my mouth?
To keep me out
I want to shout!
But no one will hear
The utter fear
Is death near?
It looms over me, death
Of light I’m bereft
As I take my final breath.
Pondering my doom
In my tomb
What brought me to this?
What was the wish
That’s served me
A dish?
Was this to shut my mouth?
To keep me out
I want to shout!
But no one will hear
The utter fear
Is death near?
It looms over me, death
Of light I’m bereft
As I take my final breath.
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Reserved for the Gods
She blooms for me like a pink/red rose
Leave aching for the breaking of orgasmic throes.
I am but wisp caught in her web
Sweet promises given like pleasures of the dead.
She’s a goddess from an immortal bloodline
With jet black hair and marble features defined.
Painful pleasures given light
To forever howl deep into the night.
Oh, Aprhodite
In a nightie, nightly
When lips are pouty
Time to get naughty.
Her face, full of grace.
Draped in lace
To make my heart race!
No fuss, I have no rust.
You know you can trust...
Leave aching for the breaking of orgasmic throes.
I am but wisp caught in her web
Sweet promises given like pleasures of the dead.
She’s a goddess from an immortal bloodline
With jet black hair and marble features defined.
Painful pleasures given light
To forever howl deep into the night.
Oh, Aprhodite
In a nightie, nightly
When lips are pouty
Time to get naughty.
Her face, full of grace.
Draped in lace
To make my heart race!
No fuss, I have no rust.
You know you can trust...
760 reads
2 Comments
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