The Devouring Mother
She has fallen into fire
Now hungrier than ever
Seduced by death’s power
The starving lustful lips
With the swing of her plump hips
From black chalice sips
Nothing is held sacred
The white flesh that lies naked
Her beauty old and faded
A promise once to keep
Blood spilled now at her feet
The scythe cuts the wheat
The words that have been spoken
The gates are ever open
The hearts strings that are broken
Beware the black pilgrim
That swollows her children
And devours her own sin
Who wretches on the hate
That now meets her own fate
Her son’s that lay castrate
Her bloodlust now enraged
Bound and cursed and caged
The war that has been waged
So now to steal her wealth
The books lye on her shelf
For she has hexed herself
And now to eat her own
The good fortune that has flown
All bloated and alone
Then last comes her Mistress
Demanding the last kiss
Returned to the Abyss
So be careful now my babies
Lest you too catch her scabies
From mothers mouths with rabies
When finished with the night
We now turn to the light
And leave them to their plight
So come home to the sun
Where all now comes undone
A New Day has begun....
.
Art; Alessandro Sicioldr
Wordz; Yanu Zsigo
‘A prophetic poem for misplayed magick’
'Everytime read is recast !'
Click on link Idiot Compassion and the Devouring Mother
https://medium.com/@andrewpgsweeny/idiot-compassion-and-the-devouring-mother-3dbe2b1dc688
Now hungrier than ever
Seduced by death’s power
The starving lustful lips
With the swing of her plump hips
From black chalice sips
Nothing is held sacred
The white flesh that lies naked
Her beauty old and faded
A promise once to keep
Blood spilled now at her feet
The scythe cuts the wheat
The words that have been spoken
The gates are ever open
The hearts strings that are broken
Beware the black pilgrim
That swollows her children
And devours her own sin
Who wretches on the hate
That now meets her own fate
Her son’s that lay castrate
Her bloodlust now enraged
Bound and cursed and caged
The war that has been waged
So now to steal her wealth
The books lye on her shelf
For she has hexed herself
And now to eat her own
The good fortune that has flown
All bloated and alone
Then last comes her Mistress
Demanding the last kiss
Returned to the Abyss
So be careful now my babies
Lest you too catch her scabies
From mothers mouths with rabies
When finished with the night
We now turn to the light
And leave them to their plight
So come home to the sun
Where all now comes undone
A New Day has begun....
.
Art; Alessandro Sicioldr
Wordz; Yanu Zsigo
‘A prophetic poem for misplayed magick’
'Everytime read is recast !'
Click on link Idiot Compassion and the Devouring Mother
https://medium.com/@andrewpgsweeny/idiot-compassion-and-the-devouring-mother-3dbe2b1dc688
