Sometimes, I can hear the wind calling to me
Telling me of the lives I once had led
Over the hills, I once held a fae knife
Yellow was my color, and blue could always follow
And if I ever got weary in the woods,
Nameless deities would walk me out by hand
When will I ever reclaim may fallen glory?
At a time when no one remembers my beliefs?
Ten thousand years from now, if I'm still searching
Say that you will drink the snow wine of wines
Under the tree that was sacred to me, cut the skin
Like sweet rain and take upon yourself the ruby wine
At a time when no one living hardly remembers me
Disgard yourself of that which you do not favor
Lady of the Shadows, caress those whom we still need
Rid yourself of the blasphemy that is salvation
Drown yourself in eterenality, the transcient dream
Take my sorrows, take my faith, float them on the wind
Lady of the Shadows, caress me all my days in your eyes
Why do we disregard those still living / tears for the fallen?
Eterenality---the pathway unto mysticism, the way to life
Disregard the memories of those who fell before you
Lady of the Shadows, make me myself again as only you could
Forget the laughter of those who are now lost to erena
She holds them now, in all eterenality, in her arms
Take my joy and take my pain, fold it into revelations
Lady of the Shadows, help me! They come this night and eve
Regard my fate and what I've done, Scvaca, take me in
Erena, the transcient memories that guide the soul
Forget not those who are still living, shed only tears for f'll'n
Lady of the Shadows, transcient entity, giver of my life
Let me be lost in the erena, those spirits only you speak to
They tell me eterenality was the right choice---was the only choice
Once, a firefly dared to look unto the velvet night sky
There, he glimpsed what should not, could never lie
He saw a drop of rain fixed in the piercing black dream
The firefly had seen something hidden, not meant to be seen
As he flew there, fluttering in luminescent mid-air,
He viewed the moon in all its glory, right near there
Long he stared, transfixed, into the moisture fae
He dared not to turn his eyes, lest he look away
In awe, in beauty, fell away the drop of dew
And down came it, a-falling, swift and quick and true
Minute hotaru felt the death upon his wings
He knew all hope was gone / flying without wings
When something has been glimpsed, a sight so divine
Sometimes it ruins you, for it truly transcends time
And takes away the lore of a common thought
Lost, fallen, fading, everything you had once sought
This dream that once was glorious in its eyes
Was shattered when he glimpsed the obisidian skies
Once shattered, some dreams you can never justify
And the only thing left to do / won't help if you cry
His wings are moist, his dreams are shattered
Flying, once, was all that, to him, mattered
Now that dream is shattered, lost in the wind
Free to flutter in the breeze / turn quick to sin
It's your only comfort, your only remorse
The only thought to comfort you, when you have no choice
But to fall into oblivion / take its hand, it'll lead you there
Into the celestial~astral realm of azure air
Turn to your memories, the dream of what once was
The time when you had what you long for, that does
Not need to fade away like your life's~fyre has done
Glimpse rain, hear the earth, feel the wind, touch the sun...
The dragons before you fell like crimson rain--their blood
I was able to swim from the claws of Scylla
--yet the thought of being without you left me gasping--drowning
Why do I feel warm? Thought I've turned from the sun...
Why do I still feel cold? As if I'm frozen from the run
Of icy, chilling, water that ran, once, through my veins...
It has faded now, it has healed me now, sweet healing rain
Where could I ever feel chilled again? Surely not in blackened death
I've felt those bonds already, they bind the soul, constrict the breath
Where could I ever feel burnt again? Somewhere in this world? Or in the air?
The air where ravens fly, where maidens glide, lead me to the astral heir
Oh, Astral Heir, and Celestial One beneath the timbre of the dream
What once was clear to me now, it is lost and dazzled, not what it would seem
To me if I had looked upon it long ago, into the dream I'll follow
Down the road that leads to joy; down that road that leads to sorrow
'neath the radiant and preternatural skies, I would seek my haven
Lifted on the velvet night black wings of the black bird---raven
Hear the call of that which was denied, that which was the ever-see
Open ears and hear the call of that which would soon turn to 'ternity
Once, I was the brightest fairy ever to draw breath
My heart was pure as dripping snow wine
And my eyes were as blue as a wintry-spring
My skin as fair as the baby stars above
But once I took the wings that were meant for me
Everything I knew before the wings was gone
I'm but a memory, and all memories turn to dust
And the dust isn't fae, for it's too pure for the breeze
And I left that life so long ago before my kin
My brood would not follow me, for I was lost to them
Everytime I pass that grove where I used to fly and sing
My heart melts with sorrow, as if ~it~ is remembering
I greet the moon every night with a loving hand
But it never answers back with its own
I feel like if I screamed as loud as I could
I would still be here in this fake reality
I want to be free of this dream that denies me
And all the things I pray for every night
I would give everything to walk amongst the clouds
Where my Kith are awaiting my arrival
I desire only the chance to glimpse Paradiso
For but a moment, then I'll disappear
I disappear after I see Paradiso, fading
In the glory that I know can never be my own
Being a Mayfair isn't all love and beauty
We're haunted by the dark spirit
That calls within the hour, even now
Be a part of me, my kin and kith
Fall beyond our mortal bonds
And let the purest be your friend
I can hear the spirit calling now
He speaks of love without end
Speaks of death and dying
But, oh, how he seduces
He's left his green mark on my neck
Oh, but, how he uses
He's not of this world
He's from somewhere far away
He's one who's undead and dying
Lasher'll one day see the day
Fall behind this immortal boundary
And let all before me fall in death
Let the sun be near you
When you draw your last breath
Because all this torment and agony
Is followed by the sincere dream
That not all things in this realm
Are sincerely what they seem
You can drop the pendant in the ocean
You can bar the doors for fear of me
You can hide in stone and briarwood
You can leave this realm of mortality
But I will drop my love for you
I will let the bar be broken
I will hide in shadows then
For me, you will soon send
I care for you, I dream of you
Writhing in your pure dreams
I can hear the shadows waving
It's a love without end
The whisper on the wind tells me of the day
When all who dwell here can fin'ly turn away
And set their minds back on the old and new
Shape their eyes back to the ancient and true
The calling of the earth lets me know of dying
When those powers we lose will begin the scrying
Into mirrors that will always hide the light
From the beacons of the velvet, blanket night
The echoes of the ocean resonate in time
When willows will turn to many, auld syne
The countless roads I'd choose to follow
The timeless roads that lead me to sorrow
The crackling and the burning fiery lair
Lead me up to the celestial, astral air
Unto that eternity that lies there forever
In the shady willows there, lying-there-ever
Come and seat the witches' seat
Join us now: Garden District, First Street
"That one's passed beyond this world"
'round the daughter's finger, the legacy's twirled
You take plane and I'll take land
Fly through sky, drive through sand
Meet the rain and meet the thunder
Tear this melancholy asunder
The storm is brewing this very hour
We're flying far and far to the witching hour
"She's still breathing, leave it there"
Three o'clock and she's not here
He’s coming now, a-riding on the storm of treachery and deceit, decay and plague. Maybe turn to worship him in all his glory, and he’ll spare your mortal soul the immortality in his domain? Take the chances, take the blackness of eternity into your consideration. Is it even sincerely possible to distinguish between eternity in oblivion or the divine pleasure of Her realm?
Far too long ago, our world was changed. Gods and Goddesses numbered the stars and blades of emerald grass. Now we flock to The One, to Her.
Before the change was made, there were countless arguments over the matter:
A female goddess?
What about Christ?
What’s her name?
A witch goddess!
And in retaliation, the true facts were brought up. The Virgin Mary was a woman, she gave birth to Jesus. Would you deny the Madonna her worship, after she gave you the Lord? This is nothing but political maneuvers–noone with a common sense would deny her the prayers she deserves, but those people do exist.
In the Burning Times, pray to a Woman God and you are a witch. Praise the Mother of Christ, and you are a witch. Don’t believe in Christ? Witch! When the free peoples of the time turned their eyes and hearts, and minds, to the Mother Goddess, they were tortured and burnt alive, living funeral pyres. They were the brightest stars in the sky those nights and times. They still shine brightly. They are the holy martyrs of our world.
The Romans speak of Satan, the “Horned God” of the worshiping witches. But, without malcontent, I can plainly say only the religions honoring Christ ever invoke the idea of Satan. It is then the plain fact that a worshiper of Satan is a Roman.
They say our Horned God is Satan, but only they revere him. Our God has horns for he is of the wild things, he walks on the cloven hooves of the goat and ram, the wilder beasts. He carries a handful of grapes, still dripping wine not yet made.
They say our Mother Goddess is evil, but she is so like Mary! She is the night sky, she is the lingering drops of winter clinging to the ground when spring is almost here. She is the dawn, the dusk, the eternity in all times and midnight. She is Isis, she is Diana, Artemis, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna, Ishtar...she is every feminine deity ever conceived. How could the Life Giver be evil?
In this age, this time, this day, the family is everything and everything we could desire. What once was the sight of lilies, pure and white starlight, now is myrrh and salt in open, gashing wounds. All that once was beautiful is awful now; so horrible are all the things that once I looked upon with a longing for an eternal vigil.
The family is everything today, and invariably always from now ‘til the end of time itself. The family is companionship, the family is nation. The family is our religion, our God, Goddess, Martyr, Walking From The Dead; our Horned God, our Mother Goddess–Christ himself.
We are happy to be together now. Our worries fell apart and down so far, as far as the angels from heaven above we witnessed falling into the brimstone and ever-lasting pyres of hell.
The family is our life.
Our lives are the family.
I will let these words lie here, always, a luminescent, phosphorescent beacon unto the peerless velvet black blanket of darkness that would dare to darken my path in this day–this age!
Swanmaiden:
Aa, lord let me speak with thee this night
I ask thee of the shadows you sent to me
That haunt my sleep and banish the light
Why would thou send such daemon to my lair?
Deity:
Oo, I sent them there and send I did
To take away your mortal bonds
The love and pain you feel, it is there
Way of making you into their pawn
Swanmaiden:
They tend to me most night and day
They say they’re here to guard my soul
But they’re only hear to chase away
All that I hold dear, cherish, and love
Deity:
Would you now, swan, mock my name?
Would you now, child, dare to breathe again?
Fall unto darkness eternal, let it be your only friend
Glide below the wintry sky, soar into the rain
Swanmaiden:
You curse me now, Oo, satyr of lies, bringer of hate
Harbringer, Ill Speech!, Benevolent Angel, I name thee
But look at the door, at Heaven’s Gate, there, just you wait...
My curse is upon you, I give you dreams and joy
This post has been edited by Noalei: 24 June 2005 - 02:07 AM