These were the tales during future that hath cometh to past,
The deeds done which could never be undone,
During the lapses of time in which Apollo and Diana dance…
Day of the Ecclesiastical,
6th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis,
"And be on they guard against the good and the just!
They would fain curcify those who devise their own virtue –
they hate the lonesome ones."
Friedrich Nietzsche
During the time that hath past, from the time Apollo no longer shine the brimstone walls of the Demon’s heart to this day where the is humbled by the warmth of hell, harmony hath once more calm the swords swung by the Demon and the Princess. But truth be told and enlightenment be hold, harmony brings not serenity and calmness brings forth no peace – for there is no more love but sympathy reigns in the Demon heart.
Sympathy for the roses that have died in the Princess’ path from Aetas to Naturae…
In the shades of Diana’s flowing gown, danced the Demon and the Princess. In the rhythm of the hymn of the children of the Nox Noctis, they sang to each other. The words seem similar, but the meanings are world apart.
The song of the burdened warrior does the Demon sung…
The song of the slaved lover does the princess chimed…
A conflicting understanding does both hold.
7th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis,
Merry was in the air. ‘Twas the day before the day when the Vain Virgin, the youngest of two of the Happy Horrid Heirs will be wed. Well-wishers and Story-mongers all flock the palace courtyard – to help in the feast preparation and to add to their own damnation, to add to the happiness and to mount of hidden sadness, to show one kindness and to elevate all shrewdness…
(Those were the dealings in feasts of unions… especially in the unions of Happy Horrids Heirs – creatures that dwell in all communion and all walks. Be mindful O children of men! These are the creatures with faces of angels but hearts of the damned. These are the creatures that thrive on the meats of fallen siblings.)
The Demon is present at the preparation of the feast. Yes, these are creatures of hatred, but, the Demon must uphold the teachings of the One Beloved by the One True Master –
Then Diana comes, shooing away Apollo to his bed. Another obligatory responsibility hath to be held, this time, to the Regents and to the Jester. Jester too is holding a feast at his parent’s shack – a feast thrown in show of gratitude to the One Giver.
Funny…
Funny how the mortals easily forget – a show of gratitude to the One Giver thrown sincerely by the Jester is taken as a mere feast by those loosely binds by blood to him. Respect to the One True Master is but just a word dancing on their lips - an ambience of much similarity in the Vain Virgin’s matrimonial feast.
Late into the night, when heavy eyes were laid to rest…
Again, the little peace that Demon tasted is once again shattered…
Again, it is the by the soft sweet hands of the Princess…
Again, the Demon bleeds…
It is agonizing painful when two singers sung a song with conflicting tones, contradicting understanding and with great anomalistic enigmas. With the Sword of Broken Faith in the Demon’s hands and the Sword of Utopian Love in the Princess’ – a short but fatal battle ensue.
The blows were hard…
The wounds were deep…
But oddly, from the blood that bleeds from both of their wounds an odd peace blooms. To the Princess, it is a peace that would breeds love. To the Demon, it is a peace that would mark distance.
ooooIIIoooo
Day of the Terribles,
The day where the proud ceded,
10th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis,
True, ‘twas the day the proud ceded. Ceding to what is the question to be answered…
To the Demon, he ceded his heart…
To the wrongful, they ceded pride…
To the proud, they ceded faith…
ooooIIIoooo
12th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis.
The battle between the Demon and the Princess wounds not only his rotten flesh, again shaken the brimstone walls of his heart, but also shattered his Sword of Broken Faith…
Sword of Broken Faith…
A blade tampered from the bones of the Apostles, strengthened by the mind of the Inheritors of the Words of Truth, carved with the Markings of the Scriptures, sharpened by the stone of Dark Enlightenment, sheath by the skins of Camels of Abdication and mold to form by the hands of the One True Master…
Broken by the Demon’s debility.
In his debilitating state, Salax comes to visits. Salax the Intoxicating Beauty, one of the seven siblings of the Babel’s Herder, female bastard from the womb of the Bitch of Lucre. Her sweet sordid voices would weaken any man’s knee. Her morbid eyes would hurl the sturdiest of men in the depths of painful pleasures…
She kisses the Demon dry and dried the Demon is. She poured the sweet wine of Candor and drunken the Demon she does. She took the Demon hands, and they dance to the tunes of the Sirens…
Thus, the broken Sword of the Broken Faith is forever dented…
Thus, the weakened brimstone walls of the Demon’s heart is forever scarred…
ooooIIIoooo
Day of the Ecclesiastical,
13th dawn of the reign of Ganymede – bearer of the two streams,
Year of the Caminus Canis.
Forgiveness…
That is all left to be said…
That is all left to be found..
Will it be found? Only Kronus could tell.
“Almost might the heavens above be rent asunder while the angels hymn the praise of their Lord and ask forgiveness for those on the earth. Lo! The One True Master, He is the Forgiver, the Merciful.”
Book of Council; Scripture of Truths
“Then hymn the praises of thy Lord, and seek forgiveness of Him. Lo! He is ever ready to show mercy”
Book of Succour; Scripture of Truths
ooooIIIoooo
2 comments:
About time you honored us with your scriptures, Lord Demon.
As entertainingly cryptic as ever this one, which is not to say it detracts from my reading enjoyment. Verily, half of the time I enjoy deciphering what you meant when I read your works.
Not to say that I have deciphered them thoroughly just yet. I never was very good at puzzles.
hehehe...
master shariman,
thanx i guess... treat what i wrote as ramblings of an aged child. mebbe that'll help.
hehehehe
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