Blinking in the half light, the Deity appears, "Come with me my child." The Deity leads the way, she glides ever mesmorizing. The Godess staggers to keep up, captured in stime that was inside the mirror. In a dreamy reality - her thoughts and feelings plague her mind. Disorientated she walks along.
She hears another sound, but it relaxes her, comforts her, so she turns around to see what site lay near her.
She'd never ever seen anying so beautiful, so enchanting. She fell instanly at peace and her mind stopping conjuring such thought and feelings. Mesmorized, she kept her gaze.
Mile after mile of angels pave their way. Hundreds of them, all immersed in black, so peaceful, almost sad. Through the mist and over the mountains they guided me along the way. Arms out ready to embrace me if I fell, heads bowed with a woeful look shadowing their faces.
As She walked past - in a haven of heavenly rapture, they started to sing thier wonderful verses. The wind picks up the song and carries it with it, for mile after mile, erupting sweet chourses.
The Godess looks stunning. Black gown flowing, the wind making it dance arond me, my long train, like a black waterfall of velevet caskading out beneath me. My lips like a black lagoon. Sweet, white, graven lillies caress her head. They smell pungant and sweet.
Something suddenly makes her react. She gazes, light headed at the groud adn feels instantly dizzy. Feet no longer touch the ground, suspended in the air, the wind her soothing cradle. She is riding with the wind, a dark rider of the midnight clouds, dancing with death. Fainter and fainter are the feelings, she feels the motions withering within. The Deity notices her abstract mood. Her angels float closer to her - it feels like the being in the calm before the storm. Being surroundedv by the angels, passion and lust imerge from within - times mirrored illusions she sees before her.
Laying me down on a bed of roses, embedded in a cocone of clouds, euphoria drowning me - taking a tight grip over me - I can't escape this feeling. I'm dying, it feels beautiful.
"My child, I saw your, as you did, in the ball of burning wishes. I am to grant your wish. May your eternal sleep be peaceful and silent of fraying illusions. I believe you suffered enough."
Petals fall like a waterfall of dark pleasure, love and lust. The petals lap over me like caressing rain.
Our Black Godess lies eternally sleeping in an unwavering dream of none hurt.
The beautiful Deity of Death cradles her head in her bosom as the misty branches of the cloudy cave sway above.
Slipping away effortlessly, her soul drifts away into the unsung distance. The Deity kisses her cold, now purple, lips - She lies as hard as stone that has weathered away. That final kiss soothes both bodies, stroking the Deity's aura - it stays ever silent on her lips.
Embraced in the cave of comforting clouds, the leave the Deity with her inner soul. The angels leave our Black Godess, singing thier mournful chorus, as we too, leave the pair in silent reflection and calm.
Beauty Be and Pain Parched.
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Gothic Vampyress - 19/02/03
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