#witchywriters

It is simple: everything has its place. I dont worship gods, I praise them. As a flesh-riding being I abide to those rules. As a Void host, worship would be seen as ridiculous or insulting. I respect the place gods have im this world, even if I seek for the end of this cycle of the universe.

If you are human, it is entirely your right to worship and benefit from the symbiotic relation that brings. It is why Void devotees are more than welcome to worship their gods of choice, as long as they remain true to the ideals of the Void.

I’d eat you alive, was my reply

My love for you would be haunting

My sex more menacing

You’d think I was a succubus alight in your bed

And. I. May. Very. Well. Be.

You would know nothing more than the uninhibited passion,

that would leave residual sensation across your wearying body,

leaving you lit with a wanting for my lip prints and fingertips,

burying themselves in and through your flesh and muscle,

to your hardened bones

My whispered words licking trails of wicked thoughts,

from your curvaceous ear to vulnerable neck to dark trailed navel,

becoming the sinister marrow that would nurture and sustain you,

as I’d mercilessly take every last drop of life,

each inconsistent breath from your body,

robbing you of rational thought

And being ever the generous phantom,

allowing your flirtation with sleep to grow awkward,

letting her pull you from me,

seducing you to dreams,

beyond the smile, born from a menage-a-trois-maybe

Your still would signal the hour, upon which I’d take my abrupt leave,

to let you cool in a solitary fevered slumber,

twilight bed laced with my dark wanton scent,

of cypress, cloves, and embers still smoldering red,

your sheets baring the careless labyrinths,

mapped by my serpentine evils,

writhing atop and within, the shroud of death paling flesh,

that clings to your bones,

like an impressionable blanket of freshly fallen December snow

She swaggered into the classroom, AK at her side, teacher’s little helper they called it. She swung the duffle bag off her shoulder and let it hit the linoleum floor with a thud. “Supplies for Ms. Cabot’s art class,” she said as she sank into her chair.

“Teach, did you get it?”

They called her Teach, but they said it with respect. Hell, half of them had asked for recommendations to an Education College bragging about their marksmanship. 

She’d been promised a little bonus when she accepted gun training. Trust the administration to overlook the obvious. Once they’d been trained, they’d negotiated cost of living increases, professional salaries, health insurance and supply budgets. She made a mental note to put replacing linoleum floors down as an item for consideration. But that’s not what these kids were interested in. They looked up at her with expectant faces.

“Well, Teach?”

As far as I know, this is a very unique theory/belief. I believe the mythical creatures we learn about in our grimoires are not as their mythical selves but rather reincarnated as human beings. That was a heavy sentence, but let me explain.

Nymphs: Nymphs are creatures that are so in tune with nature that they help it balance. Nymphs have specific bodies or land that they protect, ranging from breezes to oceans and mountains. As foretold, they always appear as women that are very kind, compassionate, and giving.

Fae: Fae are biengs that are very mischevious and curious. They are known to help in spells and rituals as long as they get something in return. Fae love attention, gifts, and getting into trouble. They can be very possessive of who they like and want in their inner circle. Hurting one physically or mentally is highly unadvised.

Knomes: Knomes are not short, but rather short tempered. They know paths very well and make them. Knomes always appear as men and love the woods. They tend to be very secluded and construction savvy.

Dragons: Dragons are among one of the rarest to find and if you find one you most likely wouldn't be able to tell. Dragons are wise, not necessarily old, and incredibly intelligent. They know how the world works from the animals that live on it to the hard core far beneath our feet. They are traditionalists and very understanding of their place. That bieng said, they demand respect and to be heard.

Unicorns: Unicorns are very self-concerned. Meaning they know that they are finer than the traditional human and demand to be treated as such. They won't do much for others unless they get something very spectacular in return. Unicorns are seen as fashonistas,very attractive, and extremely prideful.

Mermaids: Mermaids are athletic and melodic. They are often portrayed as selfish, but they are truly just very very playful. Mermaids have a true calling to the ocean and try to be there as much as possible. They are easy to bargain with and are sometimes very lustful. Mermaids are mostly identified by their athleticism and playfulness.

Lay me down in the shade of a pomegranate tree

Let the six-pointed red-orange blossoms fall around me

And promise when the time comes

To feed me of the tart fruit

Twine asphodels in my hair

And make love to me there

Maybe I'm a bit in love with death

Maybe I'm just in love with you

Promise that spring will come only when I do

For I'd take an eternity of darkness to stay with you

He who came down with the wolves From where the winters are never around Their hunched legs and dripping fangs abound Racing wolves Of cattle invaded For victors claim the prize It is his kingdom For it is my kingdom high A crown of teeth and bones I wear upon my head I am the victor, I am the wolf The vicious hand and claw, the blood that splatters the floor Take not my suggestions as offense, but simply invitation The sheepish and weak are fools Cower or conquer My rapid arrows and poison darts, I bare my teeth and blood I'm glad to smile, joy and dominance, but remember that they are the same thing I am the hunter, arrows and hounds King and conqueror He who was nurtured by wolves from birth I've grown to fur and claws, and I'll howl at the moon She is my friend Let me wrap my embrace around the lambs of the flock The lion roars, but we, the wolves, keep our hunt in silence I wear my crown in pride, as king of the forest And I'll ask you this Let me bare my teeth