An ode to the devil
Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 1:30 am
From a gasping word – to wonder
Did even you, the most beautiful, know how much I loved you?
As anger christens the skies, I watched you.
I know even to be tantalized is to be immature,
But I am tantalized by you.
As you dance naked across a scorched earth and leave it growing again,
So my soul remembers your form, and my mind is healed by watching you.
Watching you – dance.
Always – the dance.
Always – the dance.
The Dance – always – always – the dancing. So beautiful. Even the dance becomes a draft.
Rejuvenate me. Revitalize me. I hear the call – the something dastardly. Some strange guardian of a gateway to madness. I don’t intend to fall, but then again – who does? Please, my lady, save me, and keep my eyes above a drowning pool. You are so beautiful. So loved. I am so----
Please do not be gone, my lady.
Please do not be gone.
I can hear the cries from the valleys and the mountains.
Those in your service - …those who remain – are scared.
They cry out to you.
They cry out to YOU! IDIOT GODDESS, WHERE ARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU LET THE SKY GROW DULL WITH YOUR SILENCE!
…Hahahahahaha….HaHaHaHaHaHaHa!...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
And to think…I almost believed you.
HahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! And to think…I almost believed IN you!!! That you could help me. That you were worthwhile.
Who knows. If I believe in you strongly enough, maybe you’ll put me on the catapult and slam me against the wall of Lolth (Hey, Halisstra, how did that feel?!).
Idiot. Stupid. …Halisstra. I am here for you. I miss you. …Please come back. Through all the shadows and the demons. Please come back…
Do not fear the wrath of the Eilistraeens. Their goddess is dead. Please, Halisstra, return to me. You knew me in the chemical moments when you loved Ryld Argith. You knew me in the chemical moments when you steered your house through cataclysms. You knew me when you felt the glistening thighs of Danifae, the cold voice of Quenthel, the despicable but joyous gaze of Pharaun. Chemical moments.
I know these.
I am at home now as I was as a tiny barnacle on your brow.
Mmmm. Lovely.
Love,
The Lost Ghaunadan
Did even you, the most beautiful, know how much I loved you?
As anger christens the skies, I watched you.
I know even to be tantalized is to be immature,
But I am tantalized by you.
As you dance naked across a scorched earth and leave it growing again,
So my soul remembers your form, and my mind is healed by watching you.
Watching you – dance.
Always – the dance.
Always – the dance.
The Dance – always – always – the dancing. So beautiful. Even the dance becomes a draft.
Rejuvenate me. Revitalize me. I hear the call – the something dastardly. Some strange guardian of a gateway to madness. I don’t intend to fall, but then again – who does? Please, my lady, save me, and keep my eyes above a drowning pool. You are so beautiful. So loved. I am so----
Please do not be gone, my lady.
Please do not be gone.
I can hear the cries from the valleys and the mountains.
Those in your service - …those who remain – are scared.
They cry out to you.
They cry out to YOU! IDIOT GODDESS, WHERE ARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU LET THE SKY GROW DULL WITH YOUR SILENCE!
…Hahahahahaha….HaHaHaHaHaHaHa!...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
And to think…I almost believed you.
HahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! And to think…I almost believed IN you!!! That you could help me. That you were worthwhile.
Who knows. If I believe in you strongly enough, maybe you’ll put me on the catapult and slam me against the wall of Lolth (Hey, Halisstra, how did that feel?!).
Idiot. Stupid. …Halisstra. I am here for you. I miss you. …Please come back. Through all the shadows and the demons. Please come back…
Do not fear the wrath of the Eilistraeens. Their goddess is dead. Please, Halisstra, return to me. You knew me in the chemical moments when you loved Ryld Argith. You knew me in the chemical moments when you steered your house through cataclysms. You knew me when you felt the glistening thighs of Danifae, the cold voice of Quenthel, the despicable but joyous gaze of Pharaun. Chemical moments.
I know these.
I am at home now as I was as a tiny barnacle on your brow.
Mmmm. Lovely.
Love,
The Lost Ghaunadan