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Monstrous Devotion (It Will Devour You Whole)

Another piece for @m1d-45. It was meant to be short but as you can tell, got out of hand.

Desperation 

You remember it well

How it sparked your blood

And got it to run

How it tasted of bitter and tang

Much like the sting of blood

You remember how it kept you alive

Made your nerves so sensitive 

It prickled with every breeze

Every slight disturbance

How it kept your sleep light

And your dreams even lighter

Even now as you watch

The archons who adorn your body

With the most precious of gems

And the rarest of treasures 

They who once tried to shed your blood

To water their blade

You see the warriors of each nation

Who tried to rend your soul from your body

Attend your every need 

Degrading themselves as objects

As lesser than human

To try and exalt you higher

You feel more than you hear

As you watch once beloved characters

Stain themselves with sin

Desperation of their own

Rising to the surface

Their desperation is monstrous 

Predator to prey

Your own desperation has not waned

It has only grown

Writhing under your skin

Fueled by fine jewelry 

Silken clothes

And bloodstained manic smiles

Your forgiveness is not sincere

It is learned

Through a lifetime of pain

Of a death so vivid

You're desperate to stay alive

You are willing to do anything

But what once kept you safe

Will now be the one to deal a fatal blow

You already know this

Alarm bells ringing

With every minute move

But it's far too late

You're stuck in puppet motions

That are to never cease

Until the life drains from your eyes

Desperation made you learn to survive

And now that very same lesson shall be the one to end you

i support all dark content writers and artists and readers and enjoyers; i don’t have to love everything that you love to respect you and to have your back.

Unholy Worship (The Tale Of The God Of Sinners)

Another small piece for @flokali and @chococolte. (I did attempt to send it through an ask but tumblr is acting up and all I get are errors so I've resorted to tagging.)

Is it not harrowing?

To see their devotions edge?

Razor sharp and paper thin

It is deadly and dangerous 

Do you care?

When it is not to you 

They turn their vicious nature to?

When it is soft and kind

Tender touches that never bruise?

When their loyalty will outlive the sun

The moon and the stars?

When they heed no mortal limit

To please your every whim?

Will you deny them?

Derive them of their worship

Their very purpose?

Surely you'll indulge them

After receiving a taste

Their desperation and adoration 

A drink of sweet honey 

Laced in cloying poison

An addiction of ichor

They'll crown you in blood

And the rarest of gems

Offering their body

As a temple to you

To desecrate as you'd like

You're caught in a loop

But it's quite alright

Revel in your glory

For as long as you please 

Who are they to defy their God's will anyway?

Thank you! Your other works are also very good but I really liked "the idea of sickness." I haven't seen a mutually destructive(?) one written like that before so it made me want to write a piece for it. bsjacx that's such a high compliment especially since it was such an impulsive piece- I'm glad you liked it!!

Fallen From Grace (The Tale Of A Desecrated God)

The vengeance of a wretched god

Whose forgiveness is cruel

And their hunger unabating

They eat and eat

Consume til they burst

Adoration and devotion rots their teeth

Guilt and sorrow taints their tongue

Blood, sweat and tears seep into their throat

As souls line their stomach

It's not enough

Nothing is enough

A god hungers

And a soul yearns

For the piece that was torn

Lost in darkened void

They ache for something to fill the hole

That is all that remains of what they lost

To feel complete and whole

To return to a time before 

When things were kinder, simpler 

When hunger was not all that they were

@myuni-moon A little piece inspired by your writing. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Blinded Visions (Won't You Open Your Eyes For Me, Beloved?)

The glimmer of sunlight flitting across the waters, crystalline reflections that fall into mist. His arms wrap around you, steady and firm as he feeds you piece by piece. The day is oddly quiet, but the change is welcome. It isn't every day your lover joins you for a simple walk. Though admittedly, you have derailed from your plans to visit the garden, but surely it can survive a day without your guidance. Overlooking the seas and sampling pastries from your favorite bakery with the most important person of your life is more than worth missing out on a few hours of fauna watching. It makes you almost wish these days would never end, just so you would never have to see him break from the countless cases he oversees. A judge in name, an executioner in form. It's all you can do to wipe his tears and embrace him close on rainy days. You would bring the world down to its knees for him, and he would do the same for you, but he does not want it for himself. It is a shame, you think, that he does not know the full weight of his worth. But it's alright, you have the rest of your life to convince him of your love.

It Is In Death You Shall Find Peace (I Pray That The Living Will Haunt You No More)

A small piece inspired by @m1d-45. I realize this is might be a little morbid for new years but I'm sick so I'm going to blame my inability to read social cues on that. Also I really had fun writing this.

You are prey in this game

Skittish and timid 

Gentle and kind

They are the hunters 

The predators that prowl 

Hunting for your head

You are the hunted

But you are a human 

Albeit one twice wronged

Hailed by the world as its God

And accused of malicious imitations

You are capable of reason

And of surrender 

Powerless against the powerful

You can run 

And you can hide

But you may never win

So the choice is made

Though you find it cruel 

Once beloved characters

You built with time and love

From ashes to gold

And from indignity to glory

Now shall stand as your executioner

And be commended by the masses

For being the one to slay you

With the power you earned them

And the weapons you gave 

They shall be your end

You find it cruel

And a tad ironic

But perhaps 

If it is your favored 

Death will be just a little bit kinder

Spider Web Lies Of A Thousand Mirror Eyes

Winding corridors of dust covered shelves, missing the little hatchling who wandered the halls. Wispy smoke reaches out, a frail finger tipping a half finished book into waiting hands. The ink has long dried, but the memories have not, so they take up a brush. Swirling the fine bristles into the ink, staining the pages with shadow and tar. Another name, another chapter, one more world to add to the archives. They set the brush down, dabbing away the ink with a damp cloth as they gather stardust into their arms, weaving it into the image of a spider's web. Engraving it into the leather covers with sunglow pins, the name shimmers in the faint light of the lanterns. A moment of hesitation before they turn, the doors silently closing behind them. Distant, ephemeral stories await their arrival, and a vast archive trapped in time can always wait just a little bit longer.

Favors From The Unknown (A New Reality Born Of Two Worlds Colliding)

Happy Valentine's Day. I bring fluff, kind of. Not really but it's not angst.

Favors came in starshowers

Purple and gold hues

Surrounded in blues

Sometimes it was luck

Others not so much

But nonetheless it came

Believers yearned

Nonbelievers pleaded

One for approval

The other for forgiveness

Waterfalls of stardust

Swirl and coalesce

To lay blessings of power

Upon all who find themselves 

Underneath your banner

Proudly bearing your name

For all to witness

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

Heaven's Sanctuary (A Dragon's Hoard It Becomes)

Upon a throne Far above the clouds Surrounded in Eden He gazes down At the scurrying mortals Each little thing Catches his eye And draws his gaze To mimic a copy Into an archive of memories Though, when travelers near He draws away Allowing his dearest center stage He watches Distant and quiet As wanderers arrive And as they leave One by one To never return Alone once more He turns to his beloved Drawing them into his arms Mouthing at their neck And renewing the marks He had previously left on their skin His darling may be his devotee But sometimes he feels As though he is the worshipper Desecrating their pious body Bringing an angel into ruin But he doesn't mind Even a god must show adoration To the one who holds his heart Knowing only eternity awaits them Within this hidden sanctuary