Creature of stars and storms, listen to me now,

Your vessel is temporary yet your soul is immortal

Listen to the waves that your ancestors created

Watch for lessons by your forefathers 

Hear the trumpets that one day you will play

Everything is a warning

Heed! Oh heed that precious warning

For one day these simple luxuries will be all that you have 

For one day you will be wanted 

For one lazy afternoon 

You will hear a trumpet ring 

Creature of elements,

You will be called

To be a healer

To be a soldier

Fight for yourself

Yet fight for those who did not make it

Creature of stars and storms

Break the barrier

Fuck the authority

Let freedom ring

Because you shall be what sets us free

From the temple we encased ourselves in

Yet here we are

Destroying it slowly again and again 

Cry for your brothers 

Die for your sisters 

You will be the one

Oh! You will be the one

Such burning desire,

simmering in my body,

its as if desire has overcome me,

suffocating me,

intoxicating me like alcohol in my veins. 

I feel you,

Just as I see you with my eyes, my soul,

you have touched my soft, innocent skin

Are you to make a harlot out of me?

As your brown sugar skin grazes mine,

your sultry smile enchants me,

your musky scent overcoming me,

like a salty wave washing over my body,

I can hardy hold on.

I denied it once, twice, thrice even,

but you have begun such a fire within,

only time will tell.

Such burning lust,

even Satan would be ashamed,

I feel it slithering throughout my body,

quaking at every touch,

I cling to reality.

I open my eyes, my innocent evergreen eyes,

and I see your sweet chocolate eyes stare back at mine,

a hint of flare in your eye,

Yet you relentlessly tease me.

If our souls were to align, would a storm not erupt from 

the depths of our core,

Would be not instantly turn to ash?

I shut my eyes once more,

I give in to seduction,

Your voice as silky as the sheets on my bed,

your aura as manipulative as a sedative,

I give in to your power now.

Burning inside of me,

what juicy ecstasy surging to my groin,

I cannot help but wonder,

do you feel the magnetic poles,

pulling us closer and closer, 

up and over the edge,

with such sensual greed?

You take my hand,

gently squeezing it,

pulling me away from my daydream,

I hear you say, "Come, let go for a while,

Let us quench this fire's hunger,

Let us fall into this abyss of euphoria.

Cum, my darling."

"You know what I love about this lifetime?" she mused, her voice being carried away by the wind.

"What?" I replied, watching her now small words drifting further and further away. 

We were gazing at the sunset at the top of a mountain; Helen wanted to see what a sunset would look like from a view that we couldn't get from our house.

Helen glanced at me, a sparkle of light gleaming in her eyes. Her eyes were as blue as the sky. 

"People are so kind, so full of compassion and power! Yet, they are so driven by selfish reasons they forget who they are. Isn't that amazing? If they knew what we were like, during our time, don't you think they'd be freaking out how similar they are to who we once were? And what came after?" 

I nodded, contemplating the weight of Helen's words. Interesting, yes. Intriguing, even. Yet, so so scary.

I sighed. "This kind is different, I agree. Full of vigor and lust for success. But they lack something that we had..."

Helen snapped a photo of the sunset with her phone. She turned towards me, a golden eyebrow arched. "And what would that be?"

"Consistency." 

She swore she never would,

She would never leave without saying goodbye

She was one of those girls who would smile and wave,

But nothing else,

Afraid of what she might say.

I was her friend, at least I thought,

And perhaps I failed, perhaps I succeeded,

But I guess I'll never know.

I heard your scream, clear as day,

And I rushed to your house, not knowing why,

And I hated myself the second I opened your bedroom door.

I could feel you there, your spirit,

I could smell your Marc Jacobs perfume,

And I could hear your last tears pounding the ground,

I didn't know what to say.

I collapsed to the floor, crawling to you,

Whispering, "Abby, Abby? Please, don't leave" and I, too, began to cry.

But you were already gone.

I held you in my arms, those last moments, whispering and cradling you, as if you were already mine,

I needed, CRAVED, you to hear my voice, to hear the wreckage in my churning stomach, my hopeful heart still beating in my chest.

"Abby, Abby please don't leave, don't leave, I need you to say goodbye."

Goodbye?

How could you say without saying goodbye?

Your pale blue eyes stared blankly back at me, and finally I felt my world shatter.

I cried into your shoulder, I pretended for a second you were still alive,

And I swore I heard you faintly say, "it's okay Adam, I'm still here. I'll always be here for you. It's okay to let go."

I looked up and saw your angelic face, 

You waved at me.

I waved back.

You smiled at me.

I smiled back.

You said, "friends never say goodbye."

I'm so blinded

By love, by the emotions that I face,

It's no wonder the people in my life

Must love to manipulate me with such disgrace.

I try to find the time to meditate, listen to my

Inner voice, my anthem, my own hum,

But I struggle sometimes to even find a melody.

Blindsided by duty, obstructed by faith,

I may have two eyes but these two eyes do little for me,

As I feel everything around me, constantly moving, a constant whirlwind of electricity.

I am who I am, I am a lover, I am a fighter,

I am blinded by the thought of a perfect day,

I am blinded by the image of love and it's brighter side,

I am blinded by you.

Can I think straight? No, not anymore.

My heart beats at an uneven pace,

My thoughts clouded by potential overthinking.

Why oh why must I look into the mirror,

And see even a clouded image of me?

Hana, the goddess, is that you?

Sometimes the reflection of a young girl stares back at me,

With the same confused look I have seen before.

I'm so blinded, I am afraid.

I only wish that I could erase the feckless standards that I have for myself, 

If only I could say that it would change anything,

Yet my heart drives me to say that I am in fact not afraid, 

To stroll through the park blindsided, not knowing where to go,

To hold ones hand and let it lead me,

Whether to paradise or hell, I cannot say,

But I would love if we could actually get dinner one day.

Perhaps everything would be clear, then, and I'd finally see the devil has been courting me.

Lechery, is that you that has blinded me? 

It had happened so quickly that today. I couldn't exactly remember how it happened--as in the order of things--but I do remember when I heard my daughter scream.

"Elizabeth!" I bolted out the door as I saw a figure drag a little body away.

"Mummy!" I could hear utter fear in Elizabeth's voice. I called upon the fey suddenly and felt the energy in the air change; something was very, very wrong.

My body suddenly collapsed; I couldn't feel my body anymore. I looked at Elizabeth, her visible terrified green eyes red from crying. The figure looked over its shoulder and I felt its stare hit my core:

"Adam?" my voice croaked. Before I could utter another word, my world went black.

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I heard voices, murmurs, and some laughter. I could smell food, but I couldn't figure out if it were a dream or not. 

I opened my eyes, and I saw the gods before me. Dagda looked over at me, placing his spoon back in his bowl. 

"The goddess awakens," he said as he stood up, the sound of sliding chairs resonating throughout the hall. Dagda picked me up, his firm grip confused me. 

"Where is my daughter?" I touched my head. Dagda sat me down in a chair beside who smile sympathetically at me. "Where is my daughter?" I repeated.

Dagda sighed. "Adam took her. He has rejoined the Occult. He wanted to kill you."

"He took my baby, father!" I screamed. I searched the hall, looking at our large family.

"He will kill her. He will declare war upon us all!" 

Dagda looked down at me, his fierce eyes boring into my souls. He laid his thick hand on my shoulder. "And that is why, my dear Brigid, you must kill him."

She was a beautiful little flower, her smile could illuminate an entire room. The way she would clap her hands when she was excited or happy to when she would cry and scream when she was angry...my gods, she was so precious. "Elizabeth" I would call from the front door, watching those little golden ringlets bounce around her head. Her bright green eyes reminded me of her father; so full of ambition, such a love for life! She would hug my leg, begging for a moment more. "I want to be with outside with the faeries mummy" she would cry. I couldn't say no; I used to play with the fey, too. And so I let go again, and I could hear the symphony of her giggles once again.

I held her in my arms...my blossoming rose. She could have been angel, such innocence across her rosy cheeks. I held her tightly now as warm tears streaked my cheeks.

"We'll be home, soon enough Beth. The gods have called us home now." 

It felt so good,

The sweetness pouring down my throat,

A sense of pure ecstasy overcoming me.

We lived all off the cheap shit,

Cheap food, cheap people, cheap wine,

We only live for the moment

and never the day,

Because we can only avoid moments at a time.

I told myself I'd stop it with the sweetness,

Never assessing my current mental state,

I only drink cheap wine to blur my thoughts,

Perhaps because I have a sweet tooth, too.

I take another swig of the moscato,

That pink shit that the ladies like,

It gets them in their feelings and makes their panties drop,

Pretty much how I like to live my life.

Cheap wine,

Oh how I love you,

But you taste like shit and I can't keep relying on you for a quick moment of enthrallment.

The voice inside my head talks to me

my consciousness scolds me, begging me to stop,

to let go,

she pleads with me.

The voice I hear isn't who I thought it would be,

but instead the voice I dread;

Demon, is that you?

The voices I hear, they pull me 

they scold me,

they try to love me.

All I hear, from time to time, is an overlap of 

Voices, they won't leave me be.

From time to time, I shut them out,

I can focus, I can hear my own symphony 

God, now that's a relief.

Hana, is that you?

The voice inside my head claps for me,

Cheering me onward,

forward,

relentlessly motivating me.

Yet from time to time,

I hear the voice I dread;

Mother, is that you?

I try to let go,

Forcing myself to smile,

When what I feel is emptiness, sadness

isn't that called depression?

The voices inside my head,

they won't leave me be.

I love myself so much,

it's funny really;

I beg myself sometimes to stop the tears,

other times I beg myself to cry,

just to feel something other than what is not.

The voices inside my head,

they hold me close,

comforting me,

various tones and sounds, murmuring,

saying, "I love you, I need you, you're okay"

I finally hear myself say,

"I know. I will be okay."

In The Valley of O'Könan,

Lived the witches and warlocks of Celtic times

Their craft known for all of time.

Their children carried the genes and grimoires

that would ultimately define their fate,

who would’ve known that they would be bait?

The infamous name, Ailin,

their sons and daughters that would follow

the path set in stone.

O! When the war began,

their screams were heard for eternity,

engraved in the forests and their blood

that poured into the rivers and flowed away.

When the Romans destroyed their faith,

murdered their kin,

the infamous name, Ailin,

fled away and into the hills of

Volumore, never heard from again,

until they sprang up from the ground,

centuries later,

in modern day Worcester.

Servants, lawyers, mothers and more,

the family name, oh so powerful,

ruled the cities of the North.

They flourished, they prospered,

their sons and daughters, protected.

It was said, in the ancient days,

that only one would remain,

to fight the devilish folk

and become Queen.

The healer, Eimber

And the intelligent, Kyle,

their name known for long as time,

birthed four daughters and three sons,

All of which carried the genes and grimoires

that would define their fate.

Their oldest, poisoned by deceit,

their twins, consumed by greed,

Frederick, the timid,

while Vidar, the humorous,

and Brigit, the fierce,

all apart of the dangerous prophecy.

And when the horizon turns a crimson red,

darker and thicker than blood,

their reign shall end,

and when their youngest, sweet Leanan,

better known as Lena,

shall be reborn as the Kuein of Witches,

their savior forevermore.

So mote it be!