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- About Me:
- Some small few may remember a time before His myths remade the world, when I was but a creature of the storms and the night winds. Though even I recall that time only in fragments, like some half-forgotten dream.
I come from a time before knowing. In His myths I was the first, and so I shall also be the last.
Most would call me Demoness and perhaps, for a time, I was. I did unspeakable things in the madness of my seclusion, the most vile of which He bade me do. But my days as a willing puppet are long since past.
Poison Apples & Pretty Witches
I tell stories. Fairy tales. But not the watered-down, sweetened-up versions you'll find on a child's bedside table in a culture too scared to show its children a little of the darkness they'll find in the world.
Not for you.
For you, I tell them as they were meant to be told, adult to adult: blood and gore and sex and sweat.
Not for you.
For you, I tell them as they were meant to be told, adult to adult: blood and gore and sex and sweat.
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Snorting Dwarven gold,
Dragons getting the munchies,
Eyes bugged-out and rolled
From side to side in lizard slide
Stark with spark in threatening arc
Wiggy as wizards and twisted as twine
Penumbral beasts grown bored of myth
Beyond the barrier line.
What alchemy could burn a blood
That lives to father fire?
What herb or weed could fry a mind
That swallows souls entire?
Heat and steam and autumn gleam
Stoked and smoked, by blood invoked
Ticklish and tipsy and sordid and strange
Dwelling two inches inside your left ear
Beyond touch of time or change.
--And slapped by reality's cosmic broom..!
Shoo! Shoo! You nasty things
Alien eyes glow crazed in darkness
Closet walls chafe green-scaled wings
Spaceless room and breathless tomb
Hid by lid and trap and id--
wished away by generations,
confidently thought destroyed,
they've found a hole
and they're annoyed...