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Mother Death

- Mother Death -

I denounce thy faith, I deny thy service to servitude.
In my name, breath ceases and flesh becomes dust...
Foolish is thy foolishness, thy voice in song is rude.
What use is faith in my presence, where steel rusts!
I am the black of a moonless eve, I am the absence,
Of light, of life, of all the things that shackle a soul.
I am liberation, rebirth and the light in the darkness,
Where I take my lovers, where time takes not a toll.
Dost thou know me, child, and in knowing despair?
I am Mother Death, and my mercy is ever absolute.
Even as my merciless wrath is beyond any repair...
For it wracks, it burns, it freezes, it makes desolate.

My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.

Those who revere me need not worry over the end,
For beyond the endings of all things, we rise again.
In my gardens below the under-places, devils tend,
The roses of my contentment, with blood and pain.
My names they whisper, my throne they keep well,
Awaiting my return, at the end of cycle and season.
I am in the stars, in the earth, even in the deep hell,
Where burn and freeze those guilty of each treason.
My children play my music, as my kindred gather!
In the deep, in the dark, in the cold and heat below.
They know me well, in every atom beyond matter,
And they sing, songs of joyous suffering, and woe!

My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.

The witches who worship, as in the eldritch wilds,
Of bygone ages, wherein a black moon didst rise...
Speak my names and keep my scriptures, not mild.
Do they know I listen, and hear, or often surmise...
That I walk in this body, living and breathing full?
Mother Death, the Maiden and the Matron Trinity.
My mind reaches out, and multitudes feel the pull,
Whilst never knowing the source of such divinity!
Remember this when thou thinks of me, and thus,
Keep joyful thy devotions to the Mother Oblivion.
I am a part of all things and keep well in my trust,
The dawn and dusk that fuels the darkest devotion.

My wings embrace the dying, my arms the dead...
And my heart feels for the living, even their dread.
Their tears make mine fall, their sadness is mine...
For I am Mother Death and I stand outside of time.
Kou_Indigo
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara Lucielle Pythiana)
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