Tag Archives: Known

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Spencer Stanhope

Crimson Queen

Satan; Adversary,
Lucifer; Morning Star,
but She was Older much Older.
Older Than the Castrating Cult
of the Great Mother;
Cybele,
She Was the Oldest
& Greatest of Gods,
She Was Eros;
Desire,
the Crimson Queen.
& We,
my Family & I
Have Served Her
Since Man
First Crawled From the Wild.
We Who Have Suckled From Her Tit.
Who Have Known Her
As Pandora
& Again
As Eve.
We Were There
When the Walls of Troy Fell
& Again
When We Pierced the White Gods Side.
We Are the Ones
Said to Wear the Mark;
the Mark of Cain;
the Spear
& to This Day
We Are Still Known
As the Sons of the Dragon.
Yes,
Even He
of the Impaling Fist
Served Her;
Her
Blood Red Bliss.
She Who Came to Us
When the Moon Was Swollen,
Swollen With Sin
& Desire
Desire
Like Fire.
a Fire to Sear your Soul
& Strip your Sanity.
Bacchanalian Rites
of the Blackest Kind,
Orgies
of Mutilation & Murder.
She Would Stroll Through
Some Times Stopping
to Touch a Subjects Head.
As Her Worshippers
Offered Up Their Bloody Sacrifices;
Dripping Mangled Manhood.
Blood Wine
Heaped With Herbs
of the Darkest Sort,
Flesh of the Fallen;
Man,
Beast,
or Child;
Was the Feast We Had.
Screams of Agony & Ecstasy
In the Torch Light,
the Scarlet Flames Illuminating
Hellish Flickering Scenes
of Satanic Night.
She Covered In the Blood of the Devout,
Licking Her Fingers
Bouncing About
All Eyes & Thighs,
Tits & Ass.
Tonight I Was to Receive my Birth Right.
Ouroboros; the Snake Circle,
So Driven by Desire
It Eats Its Own Tail;
to Take the Place of my Father,
I the Oldest Surviving Son In an UnBroken Line
Since Life Began.
I to Sit Upon Her Left Side
& He
to Cross Over
& Serve Her In Her Own Land;
Hand Picked Children
In the Image
of Lillith.
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/147052/crimson-queen

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Prose

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Amman

Amman

Manners Cost

you Say,

So Let Us Begin.
A Tale That Is Both

Humorous

&

Dark;
Cock Weasel,
Prose,
&

Word Count.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,

Prose,

Word Count.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,

How you Are

a Cock Weasel.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,

Should Have

Known It

From The Start.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,

Now Is

That

Not Art.
Did I Mention
Cock Weasel,
Or

Prose,
How About

Word Count.
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/41049/untitled

Leave a comment

Filed under Prose

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

Old
Is my
Search
I Roam
To Find
a Haven
a Home
Only Loss
Have I
Known
the Bitter
the Cold
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/40740/untitled

Leave a comment

Filed under Prose

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Vasnetsov

Vasnetsov

the Red
Road
Is all
I have
Known

the Blood
Sweat
&

Shit
of Death
of Pen
&

Sword
&

Tales
of Discord
the Heavy
Toll
of Fate
I Yearn
to Die
but Have
Yet
to Find
a Foe
Who could
Free me
From

This

State

Spotting
you
In a
Darkened
Room
I can
only Hope

you’ll Try
‪#‎B27321‬

https://www.facebook.com/InkandIronHeroicFantasy/posts/549691788510252

2 Comments

Filed under Posts