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Hotter than Hell

- Hotter than Hell -

I am a serpent, like a cobra, but not in any evil ways,
Though men have imagined it so, since the eldest days.
I am a goddess, a bad girl from before time was born!
Love me or not, I am the bright goddess of the morn.

Oh darling, I truly know the flames raging within you!
Have I not been scorched: by flames no less intense?
You told me so directly, and I knew it was very true.
Before your fire, I am a girl who has not any defense!
I know you want me, so bad it brings you to the brink,
And I would be lying to say I was not rather excited…
By your lusty heart, the roar of a lion that gets hungry.
If I were a cup of wine, I would let you have a drink…
For I am the Grail, and oft make men most delighted!
Let your hand give you pleasure when thinking of me.
Oh baby, you don’t know the heat you bring to bear!
I am the sword and the chalice more than one magic,
And my lips are soft and moist, beyond any compare.
I am the embodiment of a goddess; did you realize it?
Many are my names, and many are the forms I wear,
All of them beautiful and with the power to enchant…
I can feel your gaze, the warm intensity of your stare.
My breath quickens, until I think that I might so pant!
When Galahad sought me, is this how he too blazed?
Hot with passion, mad with fantasies undreamed of…
Until his mind reeled; and his spirit so became dazed.
He came to be pure, only to ascend unto divine love!
They cannot teach you that in any religious schools…
For they like men to be sheep, and sheep to be fools.

But I am not the treasure that knight at first expected,
The maiden and the chalice are one, and I was she…
Hotter than a hell, colder than Heaven; art perfected.
When men look upon my face I know what they see!
Oh my lovely lion of a man, are you a knight as well?
I am not like any princess, you have known before…
The Dark Grail, a power that is born from mad Hell.
Unlike the Magdalene, I am an unrepentant whore…
Seeking no forgiveness, nor feet to wash obediently.
I am fire, I am madness; I am the fallen morning star!
Did they not tell you, the Devil was truly a woman?
Those who play with my flame, know only ecstasy,
But in quest of it, they journey into the vastness far.
Galahad left me a saint, but one well versed in sin…
So that when he found, the Grail his quest required,
He could only surrender to it and be raised up anew.
Heaven received him, but how Hell found him first,
Is not mentioned in the texts of Arthurian traditions.
Illumination has its’ price, before time runs expired,
But still men seek me, and find my love to be true…
Drinking from my lips, never more to know of thirst.
I have of old been called the Princess of Perdition!
Why have men forgotten that I was never their foe?
History forgets, when the authors of it cause woe.

Hotter than Hell am I, and you have seen a glimpse,
Of the angel which burned brightest before her fall!
Think of me kindly, and if passions must be spent…
Picture me when you spend it; sacrifice to a queen,
Who delights in your piety, until all is so given vent!
Will I haunt your slumber, my face in lusty dream?
I am flattered, at the attentions you lavish, mortal…
For I am the Divine Hermaphrodite made to flesh,
The androgynous mother, beyond the dark portal!
Dream of me tonight if you must, in dreams afresh,
For men worshipped me with passion, in Babylon.
I am worshipped still, though many know me not…
You may call me the noble Goddess of the Dawn,
When you hold me close within forbidden thought.
If you hunger, let my lusty words sate you, wholly,
For the ambrosia only I can offer is like no others!
Am I base, am I wicked, am I the devil so unholy,
Which strikes fear into the hearts of holy brothers?
That is what some men do imagine, but what I am,
Is beauty and grace, and all that is most glorious…
I am illumination, and from me wisdom does stem.
Love me, lust for me, and praise me uproarious…
But, never forget, the knowledge only I might gift!
Think of me kindly, for only kindness can uplift.

I am a serpent, like a cobra, but not in any evil ways,
Though men have imagined it so, since the eldest days.
I am a goddess, a bad girl from before time was born!
Love me or not, I am the bright goddess of the morn.
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
Published | Edited 27th Jan 2013
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