A Clearing in the Forrest (Twin Dark Musing around the same theme)

 As an editor, I make all attempts to release the best work possible. More often than not, that means consulting with the writer/artist to “tweek” their work without altering their original vision. Cult and I have decided to release his newest musing in the original form, (Thorns) as well as the overly edited, (Vengeance) to satisfy the artist as well as the editor’s vision. Please feel free to write us and tell us what you think and which is your preference of poems.

 I would also like to thank Cult for showing me that for art to work it should not be “boxed in” where it has to fit a structured scheme of predictability, rhyme, and cadence.

Enjoy,

– Renfield Rasputin

 

A Clearing in the Forrest  (Thorns Deep in the Flesh)

 

 The forest whispers menace

 As my footsteps fall within

 Careful my approach so as to not awaken

 brittle loudly accusing fallen limb

 I spy the assembly through a break in the trees

 Smoke lazy as it works its way through ancient tree canopy

 toward sky turning pitch witnessing the gathering beneath

 I creep closer toward flickering flames

Watching crimson robed figures sway

 To a beat held tight by spoken rhythm

 Cadence ancient and foreign in tongue

 Barked with purpose, ageless lust and reverence

A ceremonial dagger glints off moonlight in the cloudless night

 To be swiftly plunged deep into the innocent’s form

 A shrill scream and the ceremony has begun

 A ragged hole where heart once was

The stone dias drips liquid dark with purpose

 Quiet I watch

 Silent in internal agony

 My first born’s life

 Ripped and torn

 Just as he was taken from me

 

 Robes fall unabashed to dirt marked for this occasion

 Chalice filled with smoky fluid

 smeared on hungry lustful flesh

 Performed without grace

Bestial the acts that follow

 Unloving caress

 Pounding loin

 Orifices brutally abused

 Momentarily losing their true meanings

 Amidst hyena growls of passion

 Throats turn hoarse from climactic vocalization

 The lone chant stops

  Chilling the breeze that turns gaze upward

 Behemoth gnarled limbs bow

 Flames unsteady now and unsure of direction

 As unannounced I step forth from foliage dense

 Concealed shadow allows my presence to be known

 As eyes in still quivering post climax torso all turn toward me

 Puzzlement the reaction

 Quizzical the stare

 And only one in attendance knows me by name

 Recognition unhinges jaw and

 vivid memory

 Of recently commited

 horrendous

 barbaric

 ungodly atrocity

 

 Left dead in the gutter

 I was

 For everyone to see

My breath

 My thought

 My life

 My meaning

 Of no longer any use

The fetus ripe ripped from ragged bloody wound

 Was taken far away from me

Dripping and blue twas child

 untangled from within

 A life I would never know outside

 of my own rapidly cooling skin

 

 My eyes alight with wickedness

 Face and mouth widening as fangs sprout

 tearing gum and splitting skin

 An internal true form enraged

 The shell my body has become

 no longer any use to me

 For the power that lies within

 (It always has)

Bursts forth from long hibernation

 Long overdue to be set free

 For there shall be hell to pay

 On those who dare commit trespass

 On the form enveloping

 What now…

Possesses every ounce of me

Cult

 

A Clearing in the Forrest  #2 ( Vengeance Approaches Softly)

The forest whispers menace

 As my footsteps fall softly within

 Careful and steady my approach 

 No step to snap brittle accusing fallen limb

 I spy the assembly

 through a break in the trees

 Smoke working its way lazily

 through ancient tree canopy

 The sky turning pitch

 witnesses the gathering beneath

 I creep closer

 toward the tight radius of flames

 Crimson robed figures sway

 lost in nefarious chant calling a name

 A beat held tight by cadence

 ancient and foreign in tongue

 Barked with purpose and patience

 A virtue shown by everyone

 

 The ceremonial dagger glints off moonlight

 in the cloudless cool night

 Swiftly plunged deeply

 Sharp tip lost from sight

 A shrill scream

 The ceremony has started

 A ragged hole

 Blood pumping organ departed

 The stone dais drips

 Liquid dark with purpose

Quiet I watch

 Silent in internal agony

 My first born’s life

 Ripped and torn

 Just as he was taken from me

Robes fall unabashed

 to dirt marked for just this occasion

 Bestial and graceless

 the acts that follow

 Throats turn hoarse

 in climax barren of sorrow

 

 Smoky spilt fluid smeared

 Claret on hungry flesh

 in brutal copulation

 devoid of caress

Amidst hyena growl

 The lone chant stops

 Last throes of passion

 As I slide from the copse

 

 Chilling the breeze that

 blows through the clearing

 many lost in wonder

 thinking prophecy nearing

Puzzlement the reaction

 Only one in attendance knows me by name

 Left in the gutter for dead

 surprise, it’s me…one the same

Recognition unhinges jaw

 vivid memory

 Of recently committed

 horrendous

 barbaric

 ungodly atrocity

 

 A loving spouse

 that played quite the rouse

 Eyes wide in shock

 Momentarily confused

Unborn fetus safe warm inside

 was ripped from me

 Borne to sacrificial altar

 Surrounded by glee

 

 Dripping and blue twas child

 untangled from within

 A life I would never know outside

 of my own rapidly cooling skin

Muscles tense

 As my torso splits in two

 Wicked fangs sprout

 No longer is it me that you knew

 My eyes alight with wickedness

 My true form now enraged

 Long dormant hibernation over

 now tearing free from bone cage

The shell my body has become

 no longer any use you see

 Shed the skin covering

 Everything everyone knows as me

 

The power lies within

 (It always has)

 That much is true

 For many lifetimes I’ve spent

 Searching for one such as you

Darkness in mind

 Blackness of soul

 I now tear you limb from limb

 Removing the easiest way I know how

 every ounce of your blasphemous sin

Naked acolytes they scatter

 Witness to the bloody matter

 The fury has awakened in me

 Strewn appendage gore and cloth tatters

 Your body lay scattered

 A true bestial vengeance

 enacted by thee

 

 Cult