Lost Souls Shattered Hearts.

Lost souls shattered hearts.

She came from the beautiful light

He was from the depths of hell’s night

Love and beauty grew in her wake

Sadness and pain followed him his smile fake

They fell in love

The Angeles wept from above

The hordes of hell rebelled

So star crossed were these lovers

Hope was lost by their sisters and brothers.

Some railed against the impossibility

Others prayed for love and pity.

God smiled but shed tears

Satan wondered was this the answer to his worse fears.

Could she save his soul

Would he devour her whole.

So star crossed were these lovers

Hope was lost by their sisters and brothers.

Their love was cursed from start

Lost souls shattered hearts.

*******

Image from Pixabay

This afternoon I have spent listen to a group from my past Rasmus . I fell in love again with a song of theirs. I let it inspire me to write a love poem about dark and light. Above the poem , below the video.

The Madness of doors.

The talent Geoff LePard posted about an exhibition he visited at Tate Modern. The exhibition was of the work of Dorothea Tanning. I was so taken by what Geoff had to say about his visit not only the artwork but also an over heard conversation in the cafe. You can read the post here. The Surreal in the Here and Now.

Below is one of Dorothea’s paintings it really took my eye and I had to write a mirror Etheree about it. This is just my interpretation, I am probably well off of the mark. I don’t care because it spoke to me. So thanks to Geoff we have.

The madness of doors.

Mad

You say

I am mad

This demon here

Knows better than that

I just gave birth to it

Don’t dare look at me like that

Mad, no I have opened the doors

Madness lies in closed doors, teathered souls

Clawing at the wood screaming to be free.

Don’t approach, this fruit of my womb may bite.

If you disturb it, it will take flight

Madness lies that way you must know

I’ll not take your food or drink

It will sully my milk

My child needs to feed

To sate it’s greed

I know I

Am not

Mad.

******

The painting is by Dorothea Tanning. It is called Birthday, 1942, Oil on canvas.

I wrote about a birth before I found out it was actually called Birthday.

The Day After Halloween

November  the  first and  he had  been left  behind

All witches, ghouls  and  ghost  had  returned home

Gone  every imp  and  devil, he  alone the  only  remaining of his kind.

Here amid  the  humans, what  was he  to  do  alone.

 

He roamed  the  streets, haunted  the parks, prowled  the  shopping centre

He hung around  the  schools  looking  for like  souls to play  with

He messed up children’s  rooms, upset teenagers, no door he couldn’t  enter.

He was  so lonely  and  bored  nothing on this  earth  any  joy  could give.

 

After  a  while  when  the  demons  roll was called, finally he  was  missed

All hell was let  loose  where was  the  boy,  the  haunted  soul

Who would comfort him, could  a human  sooth him like a vampire  kisssed

Would  angels  find him  and  steal his  evil and make him something whole.

 

So out  the  went  the hoards  of hell to search  the  world and search it  well

All  this  fuss  for just one  boy, because the  devil loves  his  own

The loss on Halloween was  more than he could bare,an  empty  space in  hell

Out  the Furies  went, they  found him and  took him  home.

 

 

The Return of Little Mae and Polar Bear ( repeat of the last chapter.)

As I have said  before I have been well below parr mentally  of late,  but I feel now I must  pull myself up by  the Boot Straps!

Some of  you may  remember I started  a saga  last year  Little Mae  and Polar  Bear.  Well I left  them all alone  back in February

(when I was doing  Fanfofeb) facing  almost  certain  defeat by  the powers of evil!

Well it is about  time I sorted  them  out,  so  here is  the last  chapter I wrote  all the other  chapters  are dotted about in the main  blog

when I have time I shall put it all together on one page! …. I should  do so with  The  Sword  Of Runes  too!

Right  cut  the chat  back  to the action.

 

LITTLE MAE AND POLAR BEAR ( LOSS OF FAITH)

 

Loud the noise of battle , bloody and debauched. The bodies of the dead stacked high

The smell of rotting flesh assaults  the throat, and burns the eye . The stinking smell raises to the sky.

The wounded lay in filthy piles, demons and maggots gnawing on their wounds

Their screams of fear and pain add to the  impending doom.

 

The Witch of  the East watched through the rain

Enjoying  the smell and screams of agonizing pain.

She was aroused by the smell of fear and hate

Summoning  one of her minions her desire to sate.

 

The Battle raged  below while she in carnal acts

Took such pleasure from a hound of hell, with his master she had a pact.

The noise they made could be hear below in the battle

Men shuddered at the sound, the demons were aroused and stampeded like cattle.

 

Mae and Ewen held  the line

Fight on fight on he pleaded all will be fine .

How  can that awful screaming scare us so?

It is a sound no human should ever have to know.

 

Mae was chilled to the bone, her soul felt almost frozen.

Her thoughts went to her beloved Polar Bear.

Where was he, she needed him. He had sworn he always would be there for her.

Tired so tired Mae could hardly raise her sword.

 

At first she did not feel the pain

Then it awoke in her as she was struck again and again.

Brave Mae  took the savage beating .

Then in went the blade as she fell her thoughts still fleeting .

 

Up in the castle  the demon and Witch both both reached  a climax

He exhausted, she her skin all torn blood flowing  in tracks.

Heaving and sweating with lust

She threw him off though he was in mid thrust.

 

The Witch felt Mae’s wounds and her pain.

Though in agony  she smiled  seeing now  her end game.

Dragging herself over the demon’s

quivering body,

The Witch crawled towards the window leaving a trail all bloody.

 

With an evil glint in her eye she saw Mae’s plight

She watch as Ewen  sped to her aid moving at full flight.

Her heart beat faster as Ewen took Mae’s bleeding body into his arms

Smiling  she crawled back to her demon lover to drink of him , she had no qualms.

Ewen bore Mae away to rest to heal to sleep

It hurt him so to see her wounds. Out loud  he did weep.

Mae found  Polar Bear in her dream, helped by an angel with raven hair.

He stretched out and  touched Mae , she felt safe now he was here with her.

 

Sword of Runes , The End?

“Go” said Susan, “go to your man , Leona my dear be with him it is all in the plan.”

From who knows  where Leona  found  a strength to run down to the forest to set free her man.

Holding her breath, she was afraid.

She ran to the wood  and the safe haven she had  made.

 

She removed  the spell and bent to kiss Byron to wake him from his sleep.

The  horses  stirred and  slowly  rose, as Byron woke she hugged him and wispered I am yours  to keep.

Where is the Evil Knight of Doom asked Byron his eyes bright with fear.

He is gone  back down to hell from whence  he came . But you  and I are here!

 

Byron takes Leona’s hands  and kisses  them thrice.

“Will you marry  me Leona ” He asks, the Faery  Queen smiles and says  yes that will be nice!

So off to tell Susan the news  the happy couple both run.

Back to the Tor of Glastenbury  where they find Susan embracng her Son.

 

Andrew  the bold  now tired and bloodied  is elated at the news

His  mother Susan  the wise  is delighted at the prospect of the wedding too!

Now Andrew  has still a lot  to learn  but  he has a willing mind

With  the guidence of his mother and his sister the Feary Queen, he lives to fight another day.

He will need all the help he can get and he will need to learn well as Evil is as Evil  does  and it never goes away!

 

 

Sword of Runes Chapter 16

And  still evil sort  not to fall and again the body reformed

Something  brought the Evil Knight of Doom back together at  the dawn.

Not to fight, not to win  but to be summons back down to hell

Back to the arms of his master, Satan  who had him kept within satanic spell.

 

So  the cracks appeared in the ground and all the demons where dragged

Back into the bowels of the earth they all were devoured not one lagged

Back . As Leona opened her eyes she blessed the the sun up in the blue skies

She reached up and with a smile dried the tears that ran from Susan’s eyes.

 

They  both rose to greet the day , cast their  eyes to Andrew standing on  the Tor

They approached the boy who was now a man, they blessed the life  they knew before.

The days when the Faery Queen and Susan the Wise  taught Andrew the Bold  the worth of earth and skies.

Back to the days  was all was colour beauty truth  and magic joy and butterflies.

 

 

Sword of Runes Chapter 15

The blows cut into the Evil Knight of Doom  but he would not die

His body kept  re hackling, bloodied and in agony his body just would not lie.

Andrew could not believe what was happening, in desparation he took a blow at the knights head

The black helmet flew off revealing an ugly skull. Andrew swung again  against this sphectre  of dread.

 

 

He manages to find his mark  and splits the Evil Knight of Doom head in two!!

A silence falls, a deadly hush  upon the demon hoards as their master falls in their view!

The stars of light from Leona’s ring encircle  and burn the rent skull.

Of a sudden the Evil Knight of Doom  grew still and the demons eyes all began to dull.

 

Leona fell back into Susan’s  arms, the excertion  of killing the Knight causing her to faint.

Her ring still shone  bright and it lit  the skies as the long night began to abait.

The sun rose and the skies became blue again, so bright after such a long black night .

Seven long  days and seven long nights had past since first  began this fight!.

 

 

FanFoFeb : Mae and Polar Bear. (The loss of faith)

Loud the noise of battle , bloody and debauched. The bodies of the dead stacked high

The smell of rotting flesh assaults  the throat, and burns the eye . The stinking smell raises to the sky.

The wounded lay in filthy piles, demons and maggots gnawing on their wounds

Their screams of fear and pain add to the  impending doom.

 

The Witch of  the East watched through the rain

Enjoying  the smell and screams of agonizing pain.

She was aroused by the smell of fear and hate

Summoning  one of her minions her desire to sate.

 

The Battle raged  below while she in carnal acts

Took such pleasure from a hound of hell, with his master she had a pact.

The noise they made could be hear below in the battle

Men shuddered at the sound, the demons were aroused and stampeded like cattle.

 

Mae and Ewen held  the line

Fight on fight on he pleaded all will be fine .

How  can that awful screaming scare us so?

It is a sound no human should ever have to know.

 

Mae was chilled to the bone, her soul felt almost frozen.

Her thoughts went to her beloved Polar Bear.

Where was he, she needed him. He had sworn he always would be there for her.

Tired so tired Mae could hardly raise her sword.

 

At first she did not feel the pain

Then it awoke in her as she was struck again and again.

Brave Mae  took the savage beating .

Then in went the blade as she fell her thoughts still fleeting .

 

Up in the castle  the demon and Witch both both reached  a climax

He exhausted, she her skin all torn blood flowing  in tracks.

Heaving and sweating with lust

She threw him off though he was in mid thrust.

 

The Witch felt Mae’s wounds and her pain.

Though in agony  she smiled  seeing now  her end game.

Dragging herself over the demon’s

quivering body,

The Witch crawled towards the window leaving a trail all bloody.

 

With an evil glint in her eye she saw Mae’s plight

She watch as Ewen  sped to her aid moving at full flight.

Her heart beat faster as Ewen took Mae’s bleeding body into his arms

Smiling  she crawled back to her demon lover to drink of him , she had no qualms.

Ewen bore Mae away to rest to heal to sleep

It hurt him so to see her wounds. Out loud  he did weep.

Mae found  Polar Bear in her dream, helped by an angel with raven hair.

He stretched out and  touched Mae , she felt safe now he was here with her.

 

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Jus JoJan :23/01/14 Mae and Polar Bear.

Out  the demons came, evil incarnate

Our Heroes held their line  hoping death was not their fate.

Stand your ground cried Ewen wait until you smell their breath

Do your best to sever their heads men it is the only way they will meet their death.

The winter Queen had her polar  bears at the ready

She cautioned Mae  to cling to Vlad and to fire her arrows steady!

Mae cried I am ready now to fight for my father’s honest name.

I swear I shall right all the wrong  and restore this land again!

The winter Queen threw off  her cloak and and waved her sword on high.

Mae  clung on to Vlad and followed her into battle screaming “Victory for  my kind or  I die.

The Battle raged day and night the demons never tired.

No sooner were the demons chopped down  more of them were sired!

Sword on shield, arrow on shield Blood and skin on the battle field.

Then  Just as they thought  nothing could  get worse

The Evil witch of  the East  sent  her evil dragons out like a curse!

On and on they came one after the other getting  larger and and  more fierce.

They waded into the Humans and the fairies killing them their screams the dawn  did pierce.

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Judgement

I stood before before you naked as the day that I was born

The look on your face cut me so deep I took shelter , I hid forlorn.

Nothing to cover me, no veil no tricks had I up my sleeve

All I was, was what you saw . Words  fell from my lips they screamed to be believed.

I did not have enough hands to cover my body or my disgrace

I felt such shame for my shape I put my hands up to my face.

Cold was I and wretched my body quaking from the cold

All eyes were turned to my nakedness I felt them burning me the young and the old.

They saw my every crack and crevice  they searched my every contour

It was as if they could see every move I had made with lovers that had gone before.

Their gaze bore into me searing, devouring burning like hell’s fire

But worse I read their filthy thoughts as they let loose their unhealthy desire.

On and on they crept until they reached my soul.

Even though I begged and pleaded they took and used me and devoured my body whole.

I thought you might show mercy, I thought you might save my soul .

But you just sat back and enjoyed the sight of me being taken, used and defiled as the demons devoured my body and soul.

I stood before before you naked as the day that I was born

The look on your face cut me so deep, I took shelter , I hid forlorn.

Nothing to cover me, no veil no tricks had I up my sleeve

All I was, was what you saw . Words  fell from my lips, they screamed to be believed.

 

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