The Blasphemous Heart

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

Submitted: August 26, 2018

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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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