Post by anirbas on May 15, 2007 12:33:56 GMT -6
Dancing languorously about the nascent shadowed forest.
Both on and off, the beaten path, of darkness,
mottled by lightness.
I am Hecate. Shapeshifter.
Transmorgripher, extraordinaire.
Here and there, a Valkyrie, as does needs be.
As duty calls, and all that rot...
Other days I wake up, I feel like Kali;
and all that whatnot...
I am Hecate.
I slip through and into
the waiting arms of the night,
with my leash of loyal hounds.
One no less, than a fire eater;
a true, pint sized, draconic being.
I am Hecate.
Dancing barefoot,
across a shaggy thick carpet
of long-grown, St. Augustine.
Luna, herself, my shining light;
surrounded by her consorts, the planets;
her retinue, of ladies in waiting, the
bunched and scattershot stars.
I am Hecate.
The moon is my mother.
The stars, my older
brothers and sisters.
The earth, my grandmother.
You may enslave my interest,
paltry human, momentarily.
Draw my orbital inspection,
with your deep, deeper, deepest;
dark, darker, darkest thoughts...
Just before, I run off and
disappear into a darkness,
far, far worse, than you
can begin to imagine...
For I am Hecate, incarnate;
trekking into the somber, hot summer night;
risking possible cottonmouth snake bite;
with my leash of hounds, to 'ware me-
afore, around and behind me.
They, no less earthbound,
than my eventide wandering,
seeking spirit...
I am Hecate.
I dance langorously,
about the darkling forest.
Both on and off, the
beaten path, of darkness,
mottled by lightness.
I sway languidly,
beneathe the crowns,
of willows; as I await
your earthly demise.
Do not doubt,
I am what I say.
I am Hecate.
As you live,
I shall reflect
only the mercy,
you giveth unto
this world, this
dimension, this
now; and me...
But as you die,
I shall honor my
duty; my responsibility;
to a Higher Power than me;
and escort you-from one
dimension, to another...
In the guise of a Valkyrie.
Those of you deserving of reaching Valhalla.
Howsomever, I am, Hecate.
And I shall always honor
the valorious dead...
As I tread upon
the more than one,
vainglorious head;
of those not worthy,
to be more than,
the skull crushed
path, beneathe
my feet.
For,
I am Hecate.
I show no mercy.
Except for when I do...
-Sabrina.
*disclaimer: i do not suffer from believing myself
to be a mythological deity. LOL just sometimes
try to write in the voice of the "character"
i'm attempting to portray with words*
Both on and off, the beaten path, of darkness,
mottled by lightness.
I am Hecate. Shapeshifter.
Transmorgripher, extraordinaire.
Here and there, a Valkyrie, as does needs be.
As duty calls, and all that rot...
Other days I wake up, I feel like Kali;
and all that whatnot...
I am Hecate.
I slip through and into
the waiting arms of the night,
with my leash of loyal hounds.
One no less, than a fire eater;
a true, pint sized, draconic being.
I am Hecate.
Dancing barefoot,
across a shaggy thick carpet
of long-grown, St. Augustine.
Luna, herself, my shining light;
surrounded by her consorts, the planets;
her retinue, of ladies in waiting, the
bunched and scattershot stars.
I am Hecate.
The moon is my mother.
The stars, my older
brothers and sisters.
The earth, my grandmother.
You may enslave my interest,
paltry human, momentarily.
Draw my orbital inspection,
with your deep, deeper, deepest;
dark, darker, darkest thoughts...
Just before, I run off and
disappear into a darkness,
far, far worse, than you
can begin to imagine...
For I am Hecate, incarnate;
trekking into the somber, hot summer night;
risking possible cottonmouth snake bite;
with my leash of hounds, to 'ware me-
afore, around and behind me.
They, no less earthbound,
than my eventide wandering,
seeking spirit...
I am Hecate.
I dance langorously,
about the darkling forest.
Both on and off, the
beaten path, of darkness,
mottled by lightness.
I sway languidly,
beneathe the crowns,
of willows; as I await
your earthly demise.
Do not doubt,
I am what I say.
I am Hecate.
As you live,
I shall reflect
only the mercy,
you giveth unto
this world, this
dimension, this
now; and me...
But as you die,
I shall honor my
duty; my responsibility;
to a Higher Power than me;
and escort you-from one
dimension, to another...
In the guise of a Valkyrie.
Those of you deserving of reaching Valhalla.
Howsomever, I am, Hecate.
And I shall always honor
the valorious dead...
As I tread upon
the more than one,
vainglorious head;
of those not worthy,
to be more than,
the skull crushed
path, beneathe
my feet.
For,
I am Hecate.
I show no mercy.
Except for when I do...
-Sabrina.
*disclaimer: i do not suffer from believing myself
to be a mythological deity. LOL just sometimes
try to write in the voice of the "character"
i'm attempting to portray with words*
