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Devil's Blood
Carved was the sign of elder magic,
On the wretched face of the old oak.
I hacked at it with the athame blade,
Until the small dagger cut it all away!
And then I marked it with my seal,
While the bats circled above, crying.
I cut until my blood flowed, tragic!
Not to take my life, but just to stoke,
A fire in the air of that wooded glade.
In blood I traced a path far from day!
Light's absence seemed to be real,
Just as night winds began their dying.
Haunters of the midnight air, cruel,
Yet so noble in their savage dignity.
Would that I could fly without cares!
I am bound by oaths and by pacts,
Bargains that promise a bloody bliss.
Come home little girl, voices offer!
No earthly mother was such a fool,
As was my own to think me saintly.
I listened to whispers no one dares!
No turning aside from these acts,
Until from some devil I steal a kiss.
Now I will open the gifted coffer!
Shake the staff, call up the ghosts,
Scream the names forever hidden!
I stopped being human dear mother.
My parents are the abyss and fire,
They cannot hit me or call me liar.
No way to go back no way to run!
I do not need angels or high hosts,
Steeds of nightmares I have ridden.
To black sabbaths to pain smother!
I sing now with the maddest choir,
Perfect in my insanity like my sire.
Goodbye to my youth never begun!
The grove is tainted by my blood,
Dripping down to befoul the mud!
All for a love that does not exist,
To answer a call that I cannot resist.
A child of devils hated by my own,
I am what I will be, I cannot atone.
Devil's blood is all that is mine,
Let the dead below, upon it dine!
On the wretched face of the old oak.
I hacked at it with the athame blade,
Until the small dagger cut it all away!
And then I marked it with my seal,
While the bats circled above, crying.
I cut until my blood flowed, tragic!
Not to take my life, but just to stoke,
A fire in the air of that wooded glade.
In blood I traced a path far from day!
Light's absence seemed to be real,
Just as night winds began their dying.
Haunters of the midnight air, cruel,
Yet so noble in their savage dignity.
Would that I could fly without cares!
I am bound by oaths and by pacts,
Bargains that promise a bloody bliss.
Come home little girl, voices offer!
No earthly mother was such a fool,
As was my own to think me saintly.
I listened to whispers no one dares!
No turning aside from these acts,
Until from some devil I steal a kiss.
Now I will open the gifted coffer!
Shake the staff, call up the ghosts,
Scream the names forever hidden!
I stopped being human dear mother.
My parents are the abyss and fire,
They cannot hit me or call me liar.
No way to go back no way to run!
I do not need angels or high hosts,
Steeds of nightmares I have ridden.
To black sabbaths to pain smother!
I sing now with the maddest choir,
Perfect in my insanity like my sire.
Goodbye to my youth never begun!
The grove is tainted by my blood,
Dripping down to befoul the mud!
All for a love that does not exist,
To answer a call that I cannot resist.
A child of devils hated by my own,
I am what I will be, I cannot atone.
Devil's blood is all that is mine,
Let the dead below, upon it dine!
Published 4th Jun 2022
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4th Jun 2022 8:20am
dear laBrujaOscura
this was quite impressive
oozing with occultic energy and dark ritualistic notes
welcome to DUP Gothic Sis
looking forward to more from your corner of the realm out there
-CIU
this was quite impressive
oozing with occultic energy and dark ritualistic notes
welcome to DUP Gothic Sis
looking forward to more from your corner of the realm out there
-CIU
4th Jun 2022 8:42am
Hey, thanks! Wicked good that you liked my poem. Always have more to share too, so stay tuned for more of my dark magical madness.
4th Jun 2022 9:52am
5th Jun 2022 3:24am
I like this poem! It really sings to me on a deeply personal level. As a practitioner of the dark arts myself, I have done more than a bit of blood magic in my time as well, and a lot of that while out in sacred groves and other wild places. I also had issues with my family growing up... so I feel for you, as regards your mother. To mine, I was a devil's child likewise. One day, I simply decided to own that title and rock it as much as I could! Something they say that Aleister Crowley did likewise. Some of the greatest occult practitioners have always been outsiders, since if one is on the outside already, it is that much easier to find kinship with things outside this world. Be well, LaBruja, and may you always find solace within the night's comforting shadows! Even as I have.
6th Jun 2022 1:39am
Hola, Kara! That good my poem spoke to you like that. Sounds like you had a hard life too. It very sad that we can't pick our mothers sometimes. You mentioned Crowley! I read a couple of his stuff when I was 17, oh you should've seen my mom's face when she had caught me. He was a great man though, even with being kind of theatrical. Yeah, sometimes you just have to own something, cuz what else can you do? But at least you are honest with yourself. I am like that also. Better to own the darkness than be locked in by light. Night's blessings be with you too! Us devil's children need to stick together, since being so different.
28th Jun 2022 7:11am
LaBru,
Stay in full breathflow of breathing as u walk through the day, because, this will increase your knowledge of thoughts for more great epics like this. Gal, u are truly amazing. Thy honesty within is so understanding. Better to own the darkness than to be locked on by light. U right about this purely, because, the light could cause u to slip up and be found lifeless within that dark. And, the dark is so damn cool , calm, and cash collecting. I'll let u go for now. Thanks for the entertainment.
Stay in full breathflow of breathing as u walk through the day, because, this will increase your knowledge of thoughts for more great epics like this. Gal, u are truly amazing. Thy honesty within is so understanding. Better to own the darkness than to be locked on by light. U right about this purely, because, the light could cause u to slip up and be found lifeless within that dark. And, the dark is so damn cool , calm, and cash collecting. I'll let u go for now. Thanks for the entertainment.
29th Jun 2022 3:59am
Many thanks for praising the poem! Very right, it always very best to own one's truest nature. Some may find comfort in light, but for me light contains too much that stifles. The dark is best, always, when I compare them. Glad you found the poem entertaining!
29th Jun 2022 6:23am
U are very much welcome as always. Thank u for those entertaining reads I found.
29th Jun 2022 7:28pm
You possess an exceptional rhyming ability, and I am especially intrigued by poets who can accomplish that on alternating lines, just as you do.
Additionally astonishing is how you have successfully yoked that to a peerless narrative flow. Are you a student of epic poetry? I can easily picture the poetic style you have going on here being conducive to the telling of any monumental story, akin to DON JUAN by Lord Byron, or even PARADISE LOST by Milton.
I hope you will consider me a devoted fan who very much looks forward to your next work!
Additionally astonishing is how you have successfully yoked that to a peerless narrative flow. Are you a student of epic poetry? I can easily picture the poetic style you have going on here being conducive to the telling of any monumental story, akin to DON JUAN by Lord Byron, or even PARADISE LOST by Milton.
I hope you will consider me a devoted fan who very much looks forward to your next work!
12th Jul 2022 10:23pm
Many thanks! Your praise of my poetry is welcome. I have in the past read classics like those of Milton. Much in Milton's works is to be very admired! My lovely Kara (Kou_Indigo) got me into Milton, Dante, Blake and Byron among other poets of those sort. Often while helping me with my English. I had read a little of Dante and Byron before that, but now I am hooked on those types of poetry. Dark poetry, but with a bit of beauty to the darkness, just like Milton's works. Similar to my own style, so no surprise I like that stuff! I may write an epic poem someday but for now I like to write smaller poems. It good to see they have such an audience!
13th Jul 2022 3:58am
Greetings, Camilla! Hey, long time no see my sister in darkness. This poem is simply magnificent, girl... you still do know how to rock a rhyme, I must admit. I love the whole dark, gothic, and personal vibe your poem has going on in it. I am a bit of a devil's child also, although me I was my father's biggest disappointment, or so he never tired of reminding me when I was growing up. He'd simply die if he knew just how much of a devil's child that I grew up to become! Don't let the blonde hair fool you, I am no angel. And have no desire to be, either! Keep rocking those verses, Camilla, and always stick to the shadows. They suit you well!
