posted December 30, 2014 03:19 PM            

A Reflection of the Veiled Doubles ~Dusk of a Crescent Moon~

In front of my eyes,
There’s but a door;
A haunting door
And in my hand,
There lies the key;
The key of my sin,
The wind-up key
Yet the path;
It had yet to be…

The sounds of hounds enter my ears
The screeches of crows echo in the halls
The sight of faded walls surrounds my presence
Ah, how the house of Hadopelagis should have never existed
Yet I cannot escape the past
Through no action of my own, I gave into Sin
But I am still unsure of my being
Yes, it is I, the Doll of Belphegor,
The blue flames of hell through which all succumb to their sloth
But it has come to end rather soon…

Since the beginning I knew the stories;
The lone demons who soon created seven more,
The ones chosen by disturbing patrons;
The first realized that damned place surrounding them welcomed corruption
And slowly came a rebirth through a new agent;
Somehow I am, yes, the Sorceress of Time,
She, chosen by the Gods and knowing all truths

But when I realized the only thing I could do, another of my Selves echoed in my mind;
“Now, you’re all ‘sons’ of ******* .”

posted December 30, 2014 07:58 PM            

Master of the Hellish Yard, introduction, her-story (English) [1:01] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TxVlNlMofo

posted December 30, 2014 09:23 PM            

This is sort of previous scene to it, if you're interested. http://www.linda-goodman.com/ubb/Forum17/HTML/002955.html

posted December 31, 2014 03:52 PM            

A few weeks ago (or maybe more) I ran across this guided meditation regarding 'Soul Retrieval.' The person conducting the meditative session (Nico) gives a lot of useful information about exploring and healing split-off 'pieces' of soul, just like your 'group' dynamics in poems "Master of the Hellish Yard." Nico goes over cleansing the chakras, using imagery of our "Seven Deadly Sins."

SG, I hope this can enrich and further define your process...

posted January 13, 2015 09:35 PM            

Waltzing Days ~The Spotlight of the Errand Girl~

Welcome to my mirrored chambers
Now, don’t try to run;
You belong to me now

Honor and Praise your Supreme Ruler!
I am, oh yes, the Maid of Lucifer,
She of the Great Violet Flames, taking all it will,
No matter how fast the End will come

Bow before me in this sinful house!
Your never ending chores await;
Ah, how sweet this revolt will be;

“Mwahahahaha, your Soul belongs to me now!
Which do you prefer?
The sinks?
The mines?
Or would you rather… hehe.
No matter, take your time;
In the end, you are ALWAYS my pawn~! ”

Oh, how ecstatic the fall of Hadopelagis shall be
Though through no chance of my own, I fell to this ego
I took that gift; the reflection into madness
Consumed by the Violet Flames, it grew too strong;
I broke at that false queen’s hand…
Whatever. I fixed that. I lived.
Oh, how much bliss will be my vengeance~

Oh what a witch she is, that shining maid
Then there’s that other half…
What has yet to awake from that trance;
Oh yes, I am too, the Judicial Queen,
She who rights all wrongs through all example and seeing all hidden

Oh lavender flare, eat away to your heart’s content,
In this never ending banquet
Despite all this work yet to be done, the rebellious party shall commence~!
But until then, I suppose our own festivities shall go on…

posted January 30, 2015 10:41 PM            

Re_birth Trial ~Mediator of Lime~

The house itself is the evidence of their existence, these so-called ‘reges maleficum’
Going about and finding order is ‘my’ duty.

There can’t be much more here, this story built upon Sin
Whatever is left can only be what was over looked after the ‘Birth’ of the five;

The ‘Rosen Puppet’, as she is called, stays upon that cushion;
Beaten and broken, all she does is stay in the web
That capricious servant, the ‘Enlightened Maid’, goes about her duties, indulging on narcissism as always, but on her face, while silently amassing her own cult, shows ever so slightly, the betrayal pains of the ‘Grand Master’ we all had witnessed;
It carved into our hearts

Losing their dignity again today are the pitiful children of Shaytan who know nothing;
All who cross them soon find themselves settled in the stomach of the ‘Rotting Devourer’, put there by his jealous ruler, ‘Amethyst Venom’

As days pass, I notice the foundation crumbling;
There won’t be much more time…

The final two were given ‘Life’ today,
‘Daughter of Ram’ and ‘Son of Cow’, both of whom seem unstable;
I look into my own Flames of Gold, the very substance that is proof of my Sin, an existence purged by wealth and jewels, and encircle their auras

The Silvery Avarice is the chain of custody now,
Guardian Mammon is the witness of their protection
My own flames will grow with them, keeping them of Sin;
And thus begins, the ‘Re_birth Trial’ and the Fall of Hadopelagis soon after…
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Pardon my Latin in the beginning, and thank you all! *curtsey*

posted March 03, 2015 05:25 PM            

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Originally posted by mirage29:
Without hope? where would we be... Sailor Gemini, {{ }} We'd be like ships without a sail, or sails without a wind ~~ 'imagine' one ~ Be, The Wind.

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