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Serenade in the Darkness
- Serenade in the Darkness -
There art many facets to my soul, aspects of my full being.
Let me tell thee of one such part, and how it came to rest,
Within this flesh of mine, beyond the ken of man’s seeing…
But as much a part of me as the heart within my very breast!
Her spirit is as the hottest fire; her will is the infernal flame,
For she is true power: and her reward is endless pleasure.
Welcome to her realm, make thyself: accustomed to pain…
If thou canst endure, then thy eyes will be truly anointed,
Thou wilt receive thy fine portion of her abundant treasure.
Firstly, thou must rid thyself of every earthly sense of shame,
Before thou canst descend to her, at the hour appointed.
Secondly, thou must surrender the force of thy naked will,
Let her flame fill thy empty places deep down, warm within…
Be free of the constraints of a world becoming far too fast!
Let her write thy name in her parchments of virtue and sin…
For she records all, with her blackest ravens’ feather quill,
Black as the night, and stronger than the tallest ship’s mast!
Fast cometh the shadows, and the darkness that they bring,
Softer than velvet, yet as harsh and sharp as is any blade.
Her servants, in the concealment of the shadows do dwell,
They can bless thee with power, or tear thee swift asunder…
If thou art anointed, then seek thy solace in her very shade.
Be welcome, amongst all the favored ranks of eternal Hell,
Take thy comfort, in the lightning and the music of thunder…
Listen carefully, and thou canst hear the damned as they sing!
Soon will come the moment, long after the dark curtain falls,
Soon will come the hour when she desires to taste thy blood.
If thou art wise, then heed her voice when at the lat it calls…
Offer thyself to her, whether she takes but a little or a flood,
For oft hath immortals been made by her own blood’s gift.
If she is pleased with thee she may offer thee a sacred taste!
Do not refuse, lest thou be cast into the infernal devils’ rift,
Where thy flesh and blood will be crushed into ashen paste.
Ereshkigal, Ereshkigal, whisper softly this ancient holy name,
Ereshkigal, Ereshkigal, thou art truly the darkness and flame!
Fear not her embrace, for in her arms there is endless bliss,
All thou need do is to surrender to her, and accept her kiss.
The clouds begin to gather, and soon her servants do arrive,
For they ride the wind to wherever she wills them off to go.
By their fury lives end, and by their leave do many thrive…
Wherever their shadows fall, whatever way winds do blow.
Her power, beyond all as the mind of man canst contrive…
By its’ grace thou art spared, by its’ wrath thy blood flows!
Until naught of thee remains, save the soul that wilt survive,
For that is eternal, and so pure and strong as falling snow.
Great is her glory, and toward that glory her faithful strive,
Powerful art they, and by her power, their own doth grow.
For, they are part of her, united like bees within their hive!
Even as the angels are bound together in God’s pure Light,
So are all her kindred bound together in her eternal Night!
A family both glorious and terrible for any to thus behold,
Beyond life, beyond death, beyond fire and beyond cold:
Her clan is as hideous, as ever they were considered fair.
As dark as they are radiant, these great fallen gods of old…
The glow of Hell’s fires dances about their eyes and hair,
Enticing and seductive: subtle, yet so utterly deeply bold.
How beautiful is thy darkness, oh ye goddess Ereshkigal!
May the gates of thy vast realm be ever opened: unto me,
Look fondly on thy child, oh ye great goddess Ereshkigal!
For the closest in blood of all of the dark kindred art we.
When Hell yet newly burned, its’ flames still newly fresh,
Thou and I first yearned for each other’s crimson delights.
In the pleasure of our love, we wove such powerful rites,
Across an endless eternity of profoundly countless nights!
In the end we became one, and now I am thou incarnate,
As wanton as ever, with thirst for pleasure none canst sate.
The hour spoken of in prophecy hath come and is today…
The dragon and the pale harlot are one in our divine way.
We walk amongst thee, in hermaphrodite flesh, sublime…
And so I share my tale with thee, my secrets hid in rhyme.
There art many facets to my soul, aspects of my full being.
Let me tell thee of one such part, and how it came to rest,
Within this flesh of mine, beyond the ken of man’s seeing…
But as much a part of me as the heart within my very breast!
Her spirit is as the hottest fire; her will is the infernal flame,
For she is true power: and her reward is endless pleasure.
Welcome to her realm, make thyself: accustomed to pain…
If thou canst endure, then thy eyes will be truly anointed,
Thou wilt receive thy fine portion of her abundant treasure.
Firstly, thou must rid thyself of every earthly sense of shame,
Before thou canst descend to her, at the hour appointed.
Secondly, thou must surrender the force of thy naked will,
Let her flame fill thy empty places deep down, warm within…
Be free of the constraints of a world becoming far too fast!
Let her write thy name in her parchments of virtue and sin…
For she records all, with her blackest ravens’ feather quill,
Black as the night, and stronger than the tallest ship’s mast!
Fast cometh the shadows, and the darkness that they bring,
Softer than velvet, yet as harsh and sharp as is any blade.
Her servants, in the concealment of the shadows do dwell,
They can bless thee with power, or tear thee swift asunder…
If thou art anointed, then seek thy solace in her very shade.
Be welcome, amongst all the favored ranks of eternal Hell,
Take thy comfort, in the lightning and the music of thunder…
Listen carefully, and thou canst hear the damned as they sing!
Soon will come the moment, long after the dark curtain falls,
Soon will come the hour when she desires to taste thy blood.
If thou art wise, then heed her voice when at the lat it calls…
Offer thyself to her, whether she takes but a little or a flood,
For oft hath immortals been made by her own blood’s gift.
If she is pleased with thee she may offer thee a sacred taste!
Do not refuse, lest thou be cast into the infernal devils’ rift,
Where thy flesh and blood will be crushed into ashen paste.
Ereshkigal, Ereshkigal, whisper softly this ancient holy name,
Ereshkigal, Ereshkigal, thou art truly the darkness and flame!
Fear not her embrace, for in her arms there is endless bliss,
All thou need do is to surrender to her, and accept her kiss.
The clouds begin to gather, and soon her servants do arrive,
For they ride the wind to wherever she wills them off to go.
By their fury lives end, and by their leave do many thrive…
Wherever their shadows fall, whatever way winds do blow.
Her power, beyond all as the mind of man canst contrive…
By its’ grace thou art spared, by its’ wrath thy blood flows!
Until naught of thee remains, save the soul that wilt survive,
For that is eternal, and so pure and strong as falling snow.
Great is her glory, and toward that glory her faithful strive,
Powerful art they, and by her power, their own doth grow.
For, they are part of her, united like bees within their hive!
Even as the angels are bound together in God’s pure Light,
So are all her kindred bound together in her eternal Night!
A family both glorious and terrible for any to thus behold,
Beyond life, beyond death, beyond fire and beyond cold:
Her clan is as hideous, as ever they were considered fair.
As dark as they are radiant, these great fallen gods of old…
The glow of Hell’s fires dances about their eyes and hair,
Enticing and seductive: subtle, yet so utterly deeply bold.
How beautiful is thy darkness, oh ye goddess Ereshkigal!
May the gates of thy vast realm be ever opened: unto me,
Look fondly on thy child, oh ye great goddess Ereshkigal!
For the closest in blood of all of the dark kindred art we.
When Hell yet newly burned, its’ flames still newly fresh,
Thou and I first yearned for each other’s crimson delights.
In the pleasure of our love, we wove such powerful rites,
Across an endless eternity of profoundly countless nights!
In the end we became one, and now I am thou incarnate,
As wanton as ever, with thirst for pleasure none canst sate.
The hour spoken of in prophecy hath come and is today…
The dragon and the pale harlot are one in our divine way.
We walk amongst thee, in hermaphrodite flesh, sublime…
And so I share my tale with thee, my secrets hid in rhyme.
Published 4th Nov 2014
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8th Nov 2014 10:29pm
My thanks, Valsatiger! I am glad you like it so much. Fear not, I do not think I ever could stop writing, since it seems to be in my spirit and in my blood to write as I do. And I will always be sure to share my writings here on DUP, you can be certain! :D
