The Blasphemous Heart

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

A narrative of love, loss, evil, and of course witchcraft.

Submitted: August 26, 2018

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Submitted: August 26, 2018



Under the moon
It was all too soon
She hangs like a cruel portrait a madman would paint
Reeking of an uneartly taint
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
All the while I pray from my knees
As this tragedy starts
With a shattered obsidian heart
And the nightmare trampling this dream
Only winters fog and not a single sun beam
But please no tears please
I need this for my soul to release
Fear and pain may accompany St. Death
Presiding over who ever takes their final breath
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
As you toshall see
She was divinity's creature
Not one flaw on her perfect features
A face made for being kissed in cold 
Under her many would fold
A  soverign queen of snow
Against providence did her powers and beauty grow
Far beyond compare
Her body a demon's lair
Eyes  attuned to symmetry
A perfection of arcane chemistry 
I sought her everywhere
Dark liquored eyes
An endless night sky
She shone on watercolors
Banishing the squalor
Of my pond life as pearl

Until the jealous cut her free of this world
That fateful eve
Where I could relieve
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
The forest edge so perfectly camfer
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance that grew and grew
Like the shadows they cast
Avengers riding hard and fast
On my love picking rue 
She would collect her devil's due
By the moon's light
St.Death put to flight

By the taffeta ley
Of her voicethat held an incantations  sway
Over all she surveyed
Save a mist bringing St. Death on his ride
A deadly blessing to hide
She was cosumed by the fog
Avengers taking her on that very log
Supposed men of God
Beating her with their wooden rods
Dawn discovered her there

Silk dress torn and  her beauty bared
Eyes starred with grave's frost
 I knew her  then lost
I wept 'til tears crept back from my prayer
I was broken beyond repair
She'd sworn to me vows in fragrant blood
As she gave me ointments and potions of forest mud
Never shall we part
Lest jealous Heaven's Seraphs  stole our hearts
Then this is when I knew not destiny's route
Sorrow's waterfall on my face as i shout
Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand in between?
Was our love not holy and clean?
And as I drowned remembering hergentle curves
Those hands and spells calming my nerves
With dreams unsaid and offerings to our Lord
Vows taken under a crusader's sword
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
It seems the divine yet feels mirth
The church had a reason why
The village mourned her by the by
But certain men wanted to see her tried
For she'd been a  benevolent witch

Now she gets a heathen's burial unmarked in a ditch
And I broke under Christ seeking an abscece of guilty signs
But like a cancer benign 
Her image remains nice
But her ghost leads my soul into the ice

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