#the Tongue of Cassriel

[spiritus-malum]

It's all too loud, and it's all too much.

Everything that I'm asked to do is a rush.

I'd much rather be, where I feel free.

In a place filled with those who want to cherish me.

[suffewingowo]

Like an impenetrable curtain the fog hangs in front of me. Lights of oncoming cars fading into view only for them to disappear again as the brights are flicked off.

Even through the all consuming fog, the darkness of the nighttime, I am comforted by some deep, welling, feeling.

I do not fear the creatures of the wilds coming into view and totalling my car. Nor another driver, absent-minded, on their phone swerving into my lane.

As I approach the city, only darkness greets me, until all at once the blue lights of the street lamps are thrust into my vision again.

The shroud of the stars above me is still present, even when they move unseen behind the curtain of fog.

[spiritus-malum]

Wolf by nature, hunting creature.

In my mind a frequent feature.

Find myself oft asking when,

stare into your maw again?

Powerful in some ways matching.

Thoughts upon my mind oft hatching.

What does she sound like when she screams?

Often wondered in my dreams.

Not a thing for distant longing.

Instead moreso for frequent haunting.

Still a thing that's on my mind.

Still fun to hunt, still glad to find.

Teeth and claws can only batter,

leave no scars that truly matter.

But the scars left in my heart,

matter most, oh work of art.

[spiritus-malum]

Twelve short hours, eleven long years.

Ten full litres of blood, sweat, and tears.

Nine inch stake, eight sharp claws.

Seven sacred creatures stuffed in our maws.

Six foot tall, five fingers close.

Four dreaming eyes that seek to disclose.

Three lines left, two worlds meet.

One felled corpsekin, laying at my feet.

No more questions what must be done.

Wolf of the night will coil round the sun.

[spiritus-malum]

Beneath the jagged teeth, unkind,

the precious doll lays, calm of mind.

The vile hounds howl, voice maligned,

but she remains unharmed.

The bloodsoaked teeth grit, vicious, snapping,

their fearsome jaws crash, snarling, clapping

Through all of the infernal yapping,

the doll smiles, still unharmed.

Her face is filled with love and laughter,

she pulls them in, and lets them lap her.

The hounds of hell down on her flounder,

and now the doll is safe.

[spiritus-malum]

Power in the word unraveled

over time and tide I've traveled.

Latched upon the goddess new,

just as any Goddess would do.

I go to work, corrupting, slaving,

turning her into my plaything.

My desire, need, and My word,

will soon be all that she has heard.

I command her, "twitch" and, "whimper."

My words, like tendrils, dig within her.

Corrupting presence, perverse voice,

but she is Mine, of her own choice.

[spiritus-malum]

Sanguine tide, supernal vision,

mortal soul spiked extradition.

Nightmare sight from cloudy eyes,

horror waits on sanguine tides.

Pulled from coil, mortal naught.

Freed from reel, soul begot.

Cut small fissures in your thighs,

lap your blood while pleasure cries.

Silent waiting, creature stalking.

Loved ones shocked, family balking.

Within me all fear dies.

I am night, sanguine tides.

[spiritus-malum]

Shiny, smooth, and full of air

Darling filled with love and care

Airhead in the funnest way

Kidness given form and sway

Carried In my heart forever

Creature lighter than a feather

Floating full of love and kidness

Forgiving others for their blindness

Thank you dear for being squeaky

We'll patch you when your air gets leaky

Kiss and hold you extra sweetly

I love you darling, silly sweety

[spiritus-malum]

Blight emotion, scar the teeth.

Give the monster prey to eat.

Let it heal the aching bruise,

give it flesh, that it may choose.

Do you understand the threat?

Process this, do not regret

any choice that you will make,

sanity, can make or break.

Hate to give you this attention,

was never, even, our intention.

See the devil, far below?

Deeper than most mortals go?

Deeper still is where I lie,

deeper still is where you die.

[spiritus-malum]

Fallen angel feathered freeling,

work your ways on hearts you're stealing.

Succubus of my design,

honoured, still, to call you mine.

Rip their hearts out, yet still beating.

Scent their fear, note; no retreating?

Could they love to be defiled?

So adorable, my reviled~

Feed the heart to me, my dove.

Feel our bodies ache with love.

Lay yourself against me, tight.

I will hold you through the night.

Every night, from now til death.

Til the whole worlds final breath.

[spiritus-malum]

Blood in for fear, heartbeat we hear

Drink it right here, silence your fear

Constantly warring, remain in plight

Body is warning that, "here comes a fignt"

But, no, it isn't, cease that this instant

Not like other instance, this simply isn't

You are no coward, you are no slave

Stop being bothered, don't be dismayed

Blood for the old god, sunk deep inside me

Love for the new god, that only she can see

[spiritus-malum]

Marble etched into her likeness fair

Silken curls of soft and gorgeous hair

Covered body, curves and face are bare

Thousands of people in the forum there.

Wine decanters golden chalice

Marble pillars like a palace

Sacred sage and font sublime

Help me see the Goddess, mine.

Daily come and daily go

People in the ebb and flow

Like the tides a beautious show

Daily devotion, always entow

In the moonlight, she reflects

On my knees, I bring the best

Sweetly offerings, from the land

Placed into her outstretched hand

In the daytime they all gather

Holding worship and palaver

Bringing gifts and idle chatter

To the Goddess' silver platter.

In the dark I call above

To my Goddess, filled with love,

"Show me form the most divine,

Lay with me, and make me thine."

[spiritus-malum]

How long will I love you?

Until we grow old?

Beyond that.

Until we die, holding eachother?

Beyond that.

Until the end of our world?

Beyond that.

Until Sol swallows our home?

Beyond that.

Until the last remains of humanity are snuffed out?

Beyond that.

Until every idea that was even distantly related to us is destroyed?

Beyond that.

Until this universe passes on, by heat death, by tearing, by snapping?

Beyond that.

Until whatever comes beyond ends?

Beyond that.

Forever.

[spiritus-malum]

Lack of sleep abound.

I am subject to my mind,

Positive thoughts though.

Have I lost it? Yes.

Am I overstating? No.

This feeling is strong.

As strong as I claim.

All encompassing, truly.

I am lost in love.

The scent, the texture.

The idea of lasting.

I am consumed.

[spiritus-malum]

At times I wonder, am I missed when I'm gone?

If I'm absent for long, do want for my song?

Do you call for me silently, stirring your sleep?

Do you lie there and weep? Does the chill come and creep?

Do you want for me, loved ones, as I long for you?

Do you know what I'd do? What I'd put myself through?

Do you cry when you waken, and I am not there?

Though in dreams we shared air. Tell me love do you care?

For inside me I find there's no absense of you,

but around me I find the same is not true.

And it aches me and eats me, and rots me away.

For at times I do fear love, you don't feel the same.

At times when I'm lonely I sing your fond songs.

And I relish enthronged, this is where I belong.

And I fear that when you're gone, you forget my name.

If I shared you my pain, would you tell me the same?

I have longed for your touch love as you've longed for me.

But I fear you don't see, just what this could be.

I'm afraid, love, to tell you in detail to strong.

So I've run far and long, away to my song.

And I fear that you'll catch me and cast me away.

No need for my love, no need me to stay.

And I loathe that you'll haunt me for all of my days.

Could I have been different, could we have held sway?

If you hear this and think that, "This songs about me!"

I'll tell you quite frankly, it isn't you see.

For the one who this songs for has long since been lost.

My love for her tossed, I insist for my cause.

Or perhaps she is real, and still yet exists.

But I will resist, remain kind in bliss,

always.

[spiritus-malum]

Bloodstained teeth that snarl loudly.

Wolf, whose head is lifted proudly.

Downlaid ears and beedy eyes,

anger from the wolf arise.

Time could only, please, pass faster.

Distance close between wolf and master.

Before the wolf gores them alive,

everything, that won't survive.