Nekyia's Threshold

Sunday, November 18, 2007

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Oh, the HUMANITY
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2007-04-12 10:21:24
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(This was written in response to the Amish community's embracing of the family of the killer of their own children last October. Such a standard to try and emulate.)I watch the world with wonder. We all carry out our little lizard brain directives of feeding, fucking, fighting, and fleeing under the warmth of the same burning sun and the silvering of the same mysterious moon. Some of us rise above the atavistic impulses and bring the divine just a little closer into the world. Its all a matter of choice and free will. The milkman's baby daughter died 20 minutes after she was born. He was filled with rage and hatred towards a God that would let him suffer such a loss. Nine years later he went into an Amish schoolhouse and killed innocent little girls, then himself. Two of the girls offered their lives freely to sate his rage, hoping mercy would be shown to the others. In Columbine two boys took aim and killed classmates. One asked a girl cowering under a table, "Do you believe in God?" She answered, "Yes." She died. The boys killed themselves.Rage and pain filled the hearts of the people of Columbine. Pity and humanity filled the souls of others. Crosses were erected on a hilltop to stand silent witness to the souls lost. The crosses representing the boys that pulled the trigger were torn down.In the Amish farmlands more than half the attendees at a murderous man's funeral were the very people who had lost their innocent young girls. They reached out with love and compassion to the innocence left behind within the family of the murderer - his daughters and wife. Choices. Neither choice made in either horrific tragedy/scenario of victimization made a damn bit of difference to what had happened. Nobody miraculously rose from their coffin, renewed and revived. No further understanding into the incomprehensible motivations of the perpetrators was given in a booming message from the divine on high. I look at the choices made and I literally weep at the bitter sweet joy I feel when true forgiveness, love, mercy, and acceptance are shown. There's hope.

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Ensaneti's Song

Death Dance - Featuring "ENSANETI'S SONG"
(for Nosferatu aka Zack)
Written by Nekyia...from the heart of Monica

The tavern door blew open, the night rushed in, while the candles and smoking oil lamps blew out. The expected cries of surprise from the patrons of Dragon Court were curiously absent, the silence heavy and deep, thick with magicks and rituals yet to come. A sinuous current of air moved towards the stage, unseen in the darkness, yet felt. Fleetwood managed to strike a spark from a piece of flint and light the candle on the table nearest the stage. A word of command punctured the unnatural stillness. The single candle's flickering light grew into a halo that bathed the stage in amber and shadows.

"Illuminae!"

The blood red of her eyes fed the candle's feeble flame.

Standing on the stage was stark contrast in color and affiliation. White skin of a vampire queen, black hair spilling down a gown as black as the hair, red lips, parted, revealing a glint of a white fangtip, red eyes glowing upon the man standing before her. He too, was a contrast in color. White robes of the clergy, red face filled with fury. Her blood red eyes glowed with the knowledge of the blackness of his heart and mind.

"You, Priory, have been given the gift of life, yet death rolls from you as surely as maggots from the rotting eyeballs of the unloved and unwanted waifs that you allow to starve in the coldness of winter because they're not of your faith, fall to your judgements, and become your ultimate sin. I forgive you. I will take you unto me. Into me. Under my will for eternity. This is my talent, my gift."

She turned and smiled into the darkness beyond the halo of light. Long fangs somehow dainty against the curve of her lips.

"I do this for you, my lovers of life, my singers of songs, my dancers of dances, my tellers of jokes. I do this for me. Death comes, mostly, to all. Cross the threshold knowing you lived while you could, having done your part to banish the evil that Priory - in his narrow minded, mean spirited, blasphemic twistings of a covenant of life and love - represents."

Turning back to Priory, the shadows burned around the red faced man, he was stiff with rage, with powerless, impotent desires to flee or fight the sensations washing over him as she began to whisper a ritual unknown to him, forever part of her. The syllables had a taste the onlookers swallowed.

"Stygian darkness, blood tinged light,
night eternal, without fright,
Abyss opens, power surges,
Life and Death within you merges.
There is no end to this beginning,
No descent to halt ascension,
expanding senses, swollen cravings,
rising tides, released from tension.
Follow me, kneel down and stay,
listen to the words I say,
your life is mine, your death is yours,
accept my death gift, and life shall pour from you for an eternity,
in my embrace escape, be free,
the shrouds shall part and you will see,
all things that now are mystery.
Come to me now, feel my yearning,
hunger deep within me churning, burning,
the birth of unchained minds and souls,
flying,
crying out with gentle screams of escaping dreams
turned nightmares,
stalking your breathing world of limits.
Finish it.
Destroy the fear that holds you captive,
a willful prisoner is still a slave,
give up your will to me this day,
this night,
this very hour.
Devour,
Empower, Me."

Priory had relaxed as her words flowed through the room, and him. He watched her with hunger exposed. Dark as his heart, as full as his soul was empty. She tilted her head, questioning.

"Visne saltare?" (Do you want to dance?)

She pulled him, unresisting, into her arms. The black of her gown's flowing sleeves draped the white of his clergy robes, the red of her lips dipped close to his ear. They danced, swaying to a music unheard by the others, though Fleetwood looked down to find his finger tracing slow patterns in the air in time to the graceful steps of the dancers
.
"Da mihi basilia mille..." (kiss me with a thousand kisses)

He trembled, raising her pale white hand to his lips. They danced on, turning slowing upon the stage. White cloth, then black gown, then faster, and faster, casting lingering shadows of grey on the eyes of the silent watchers.

"Amor est vitae essentia!" (love is the essence of life)

"Sanguis est vitae essentia!" (blood is the essence of life)

Priory fell to his knees, trembling, sweating hands raised to cover his face. She pulled his head back, gently.

"Eram quod es, eris quod sum." (I was what you are, you will be what I am.)

Leaning into him, she arched his neck back, until it was taut - the jugular pulsing thickly for all to see. He sighed.

"Esto perpetue..." (may you last forever)

She gave him the first bit of wisdom he would need as her eager accolyte.

"Nox praesidium nostri." (the night is our protection.)

She struck. Gleaming fangs delicately slipped into the flowing river of life undeserved. A fine shower of blood droplets spurted from the punctures, spattering her face with a lacy pattern. She pulled him tightly against her mouth and ravaging lips. As he grew paler, she glowed with a stolen life, a foresaken life. Gasping a final breath of required air, he went limp and fell back upon the stage. Released. Lifeless eyes turning on a rolling head to gaze unseeing at the stunned crowd.

"Consummatum est!" (It is done!)

Bowing low, she laughed. Blood trickling down her neck.

"All together now... on the count of five, yell "RISE!"."

Her laughter continued unabated, interspersing her countdown, which was joined - after a hardening glance from the instigator at the silent witnesses - by the participants of Dragon Court's soon to be infamous Yserbian Idol contest.

"5!"
"4!"
"3!"
"2!"

Ensaneti held up a commanding hand, as she gave the corpse of Priory a hearty kick.

"1 and 1/2!"

Priory stirred, Ensaneti beamed, the crowd leaned forward.

"1!"

"RISE!!!!!"

Her hand wove a simple tornado of motion through the air, Priory screamed, and rose to his feet, limbs rigid. She laughed. And laughed. And laughed. The force of her laughter moved like a stormfront from the stage and banished the halo of flame in its force. Somebody moaned in a resurgance of fear. Fleetwood swore, dropped his flint, hit his head under the table, retrieved it, and struck a spark to the stub of a candle.
The stage was empty of all but a small glistening drop of the spilled blood of the unworthy.

...Ensaneti... Stygian darkness, blood tinged light, night eternal, without fright, Abyss opens, power surges, Life and Death within you merges

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Ensaneti's Song