DANCE RITUALS OF THE RY’LEH

Into The Depths

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“Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.”— H.P. Lovecraft

 

Greetings fashion gems across the grid! Our annual Lovecraftian festival known as “Lovefest” has been inaugurated with a wonderful opening gala! The music maestro known as “The Dark Doll”  one Fitch Lekvoda was absolute delectable and deviously spooky.  It set my avatar in the mood to dance, the following night over at Club Zero the club’s PR department dedicated their weekly  “Fantasy Friday” theme to Lovefest with the event so fondly titled “Cthulhu & The Numbers of the Beast”  a certain Ry’leh disciple found herself there and was it truly a spectacle to behold.  When you go to a dance club you are there mainly for the music. Oh yes it’s nice to look on point and join a group dance hud to oscillate with your friends.  Yet in the end its always about the beat…

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The Entreating Chronicles#1 “THE QUIBBLE QUASMS OF BELLE MORTE”

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Greetings fellow spooks & ghouls.  Some random short pieces I decided to put together as possible ongoing compilation of “shorties” its a new year.  Time for a new outlook.  Enjoy the following tidbits.  As always feedback appreciated.

Pax,

Bone Mother Belleen ❤

 

I.

“Forgiveness. The scale you measure of the hurtful act that was done to be measured against the something that you love. There was a moment of falter, a cut so deep the impenetrable became the penetrated. The emotion of true sorrow felt so fluid embedded into entire psyche. If you love something you must love its evil as well as it’s innocence. To love only one part, one cannot love truly. You must accept the wiles,observe the hurt and measure the scale consciously. Forgiveness and love you must embrace to the bitterest of ends” ~T. B. Morte  © 2017~

 

II.

“What is black? A color so deep and engulfing it swallows light whole. Born from the shadows, nothing can be seen inside it. So black are the hearts of the fallen the weak are unable to fathom loving them. So dark were the souls of the broken the brave could not help but love them against all odds.”~ T.B. Morte © 2017 ~

 

III.

“Love your Hero, and love them well. For they have the spirit of giants and the bravery of fools. They will love what they endear so brutally, they will avenge any slight against them at all costs. They will carry you upon a broken back, they will be your shield, they will be your iron cladded will and word. But if you were to mock the love the Hero gives, you have foolisheartedly committed a most heinous act. You have broken their spirit. The hero then can no longer sing with shine, the song is now tainted, darkness slowly encrypted. The fool must now think of the catastrophe they have unleashed. They have morphed the Hero into a Villain.” ~T.B. Morte © 2017~

Your Suicidal Doll

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A new offering of bones for the garden please enjoy the following selection.  Feedback always appreciated.

 

Spooky regards,

Bone Mother Belle ❤

 

Your Suicidal Doll 05/31/2017

Into the abysmal night she flew,

away from the gossamer webs,

far from the shadows of pale light,

The doll ran far away,

It was all she could do,

To hide the truth,

So that no one could see,

That the doll was falling apart,

Imperfections that could no longer be masked,

Everyone would see the ugly truth,

There would be whispers,

Words that traveled,

A reputation ruined that was held dear,

So into the abysmal night she flew,

To find her oblivion,

No one would care,

No being would grieve,

She will only be remembered,

By the way she so deceived,

And so into the night she flew,

To find a death that was worthy,

The worth of a doll.

© 2017 T.B. Morte

 

 

The Wolf Likes Red

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My take of Little Red Riding Hood, not so little nor is she not so sweet.

 

The Wolf Likes Red 11/18/2016

The wolf felt lack luster,

as the edges of his prime,

fell away like leaves in the fall,

Sought something to revitalize him,

To awake the primal beast,

That was locked away years ago,

Deep in the heart of the wood,

He ventured,

Along the twisted paths,

He stalked,

Tis not prey he was looking for,

He was unsure,

Just something fresh,

Something to make him feel alive again,

A stir of the blood,

A caress of the flesh,

There I stood on the river banks,

I watched him,

How he moved,

As if he danced in tune with the wind,

White was his fur,

The color of fresh fallen snow,

Eyes that were old blue,

Almost angelic,

Nearly ethereal,

Too pure for the likes of  me,

As my fangs gleamed,

I wonder if he could see me,

The silhouette of raven hair,

The cloak of scarlet red,

Lips of crimson,

Dimples that brought a devilish smirk,

He found me,

Caught my scent,

As our eyes locked marking each other as predator,

There was no Grandmother to save,

No Huntsmen to interrupt,

Our tale would have a better ending,

The wolf sought the solace of an angel,

but welcomed the embrace of a demon.

©2016 T.B Morte

 

 

 

 

 

Scheherazade’s Ending

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Its been a while since reading the  tales of Scheherazade, but what always fascinated me was that she used her wit to survive.  With this piece I wanted to use that same  aspect but the outcome to be much different indeed.

Scheherazade’s Ending 09/28/2016

I didn’t choose the harem life,

The harem life chose me,

From a young child,

Taken away,

Handed over,

I don’t remember,

For its all in the same,

I am entwined in the Caliphate,

To be sometimes cherished,

On occasion adored,

A face among many other flowers,

The wife of the Sultan,

Its privileges I am blessed with,

And its curses as well,

Devoted to one man till my dying breath,

Although my devotion will never be matched,

And often incurred is my husband’s wrath,

The flowers of the garden are often weeded out and replaced,

I did not chose the harem life don’t you see,

The harem life chose me,

I have learned it is better to be the rose,

Than the prickly thorn,

Lash after lash,

I learned it was not wise,

To speak out against the mighty Caliph,

My fellow flowers,

Who also felt the sting,

Did not agree,

So by under the Moon’s brightest beam,

I bore witness,

One by one,

They took their vengeance,

With  the sharpest of blades,

Piercing the Sultan’s skin,

Till there was nothing left of him,

My caste becoming a widow,

I did not chose the harem life,

The harem life chose me,

For it  is against the law,

To strike the skin of the Sultan,

For it is against the laws of the Harem,

to be without their Master,

The punishment is slow death,

Today I became a widow,

It is also the day that I shall die.

 

©2016 T.B.Morte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In The Wood

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My take on Goldilocks and the Three bears. Enjoy\m/

 

 In The Wood 09/18/2016

Beware the bears they said,

Over and over,

Spoken over the years,

Beware the bears,

They favor those with golden hair,

It was a myth,

I gathered nothing to fear,

So into the woods,

In the cover of darkness,

I made with abandoned haste,

In the heart of the woods,

I found myself,

I was lost,

I was alone,

Beware the bears,

They would  say,

They prey over those whose locks are gold,

I heard a footstep,

where everything else was silent,

Taking a sharp intake of breath,

As I heard a  bloodcurdling growl,

that sent shivers down my spine,

Turning slowly my eyes widened with fear,

There was the monster,

The bears were quite real,

Long was her brown hair,

Eyes were blue,

As she looked at me,

And I looked at her,

There were others that joined her,

Mirror images,

Long was their brown hair,

Eyes that were blue,

All female,

They accosted me,

coddled me,

whispered in a tongue,

I could barely understand,

as they kept touching my hair,

my golden ringlets,

I stayed in the forest,

beware the bears they said,

I learned their was nothing to fear,

Long was their brown hair,

Eyes that were blue,

Gold was my hair,

as were my cubs too.

© 2016  T.B. Morte

 

 

 

The Fallen Queen

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A follow-up to my recent alternate Snow -White fairy tale. From the POV of “The Sweet Prince”.  Enjoy ❤ Belleen

 

The Fallen Queen 09/13/2016

Dark was my heart,

pale was her skin,

she loved me still,

it echoed through me,

Would she love me still,

if she really understood,

that I was more monster than man,

Damned beyond forgiveness,

 

I am no longer the Prince,

But an aconite of lust,

The vassal of the Queen,

made of flesh and bone,

Her whim is my command,

No matter how perverse,

Its the only world I know,

This cascade of  exquisite darkness,

 

The Queen was captured,

My beloved made sure of that,

Her wrath swaddled in justice,

As my captor was made to dance in hot irons,

Her cries brought  a silent agony,

Our endgame  destroyed too soon,

 

She will slowly die,

And I along with her,

My sweet Princess,

Can she feel my secret pain?

Will she love me still,

If she knew the truth,

That I loved the woman,

who is dying in the fire,

 

The princess whose pale as snow,

Conquered the fallen queen,

But destroyed the heart of  what she claimed to have loved the most,

The Prince  the creature of the Queen.

 

©2016 T.B. Morte

 

 

 

 

 

The Villetry of Fae

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It seems we are clearly in the Alternate Fairy Tale phase again.  Please enjoy the following selection.

Spooky Regards,

Bone Mama Belleen

 

The Villetry of Fae 09/01/2016

There lies our dearest Beauty,
Deep in slumber,
Wrapped in gossamer,
Guarded by cobweb,
For an eternity,
Our beauty will slumber,

For there was no choice,
The spell had to be cast,
It was for the best,
Although many tears were shed,
To protect what we loved,
Against the others,
More importantly against Beauty herself,

This spell was cast before,
To salve Maleficent’s curse,
Beauty would receive true love’s kiss,
And things would begin anew,

There was another part of the curse,
No one knew save yet Maleficent,
It died with her as the prince destroyed her,
The kiss of the Prince carried the trace of Insanity,

As our Beauty awakened with life,
She could only see death,
So death she caused,
Her thirst for bloodlust could not be slaked,

Her Father the King battered and tortured,
Next was her mother the Queen burnt at the stake,
Quick work was made of the Prince with a beheading,
My sisters Flora and Fauna met a fate worse than death,
Their wings were ripped and torn asunder,
I being left the only survivor,

For what is a fairy without their wings?
Our beauty did this,
The princess we loved as a babe,
Guarded as a child,
Our Beauty in the end Maleficent’s gift,

So the spell was cast,
I muttered the incantation with a heavy heart,
As I became the villain,
Beauty fell into the deepest of slumbers,
This time no Prince to come with a rescuing kiss,
Only I the fairy Merriweather to watch over her,
Till the end of days,

My Briar Rose,
My darling Beauty,
My bane made of thorns.

©2016 T.B.Morte

The Sweet Prince

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The Bone Mother returns with a fresh helping of bones for the garden!  Returning to  my fairy tale roots with a interesting twist to “Snow White & Prince Charming”.  I decided to go with prose format to give a more haunted tone.  This is dedicated to a very special person my waifchu a London Amaterasu-Hecate an incredible person I met at a very cool place.  Thank you London for being my rock and anchor in the stormy seas ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

 

The Sweet Prince 08/30/2016

Did I know him?
They would ask me,
Should I laugh at these curious inquiries?
Or do I frown in scorn?
Of course I knew him,

You all know the tale,
The royal children,
The princess whose skin was pale as snow,
The prince whose destiny was to be charming,
Our parents celebrating our future before we could crawl,

When mother died,
Our destiny bound tighter,
As Father was determined to honor the pact,
So we grew up together,
Fighting and tumbling,
we did everything together,
Over the years our hearts grew fonder,

Then one day a stranger entered our kingdom,
Whose beauty was shrouded in mystery,
And there began my misery,
As she took everything away from me,
All I held dear,

My stepmother with her tricks of illusion,
Slowly killed my doting father,
Bound me in chains and slavery,
Leaving me to the whims of her pet Hunter,

But what I could not and will not forgive,
Is the breaking of my sweet prince,
Broken in spirit,
Twisted in mind,
Destroyed of heart,

Did I know him?
You would ask this of me?
I knew him the best,
Loved him the most,

I loved him,
Before the dwarves,
Before the poisonous apple,
Before I knew what love was,
I loved the Prince,

Even in madness,
As I no longer the see the charming prince,
But the creature the Queen has made,
Dark is his heart,
Pale is my skin,
I love him still.

©2016 T. B.Morte

The Story of Silence : (Vol. V of the Seven “When Silence Spoke”)

 

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The Story of Silence : (Vol. V of the Seven “When Silence Spoke”)

The problem with Silence is that she never knew what to say. She did not know how to respond to the actions of others. She was unsure of how to speak to others, so long ago made the decision to no longer speak. It was easier that way to simply no longer talk. Silence being the youngest out of seven children would be considered the most cherished and the most adored. She often found herself being ignored, her other six sisters had stronger personalities and required their mother’s attention more.

Silence was left to her own devices. And so she made the choice to linger in between worlds. While the other siblings fled away to the mortal plane. Silence felt abandoned in her own mind- she was the forgotten child. And so a child’s form she chose to remain.

In the realm of Light and Shadows is where Silence had called home. For she had no other it was all that she knew. But she was never alone there was another who also bore the blood with that of which could not die. There was also Discord, the sister of war, a being of malice and strife. Discord never left Silence alone.

She mocked and tormented Silence every day, night, and hour. Reminding her how she had been forgotten by her sisters and mother. Discord pointed out how Silence was never loved and could not be loved. For who could love someone who never spoke? Silence hated to be reminded of what seems to be true. Silence hated Discord, but could not be compelled to speak out against her.

Silence said nothing and accepted the words of Discord. Over the passages of decades, centuries, and eons. This was their mantra executed with precision. Discord would torment Silence over and over. In the corner of a cave Silence sat, huddled and scared. As hateful words were shouted at her. Leaving her mad and broken forever screaming inside. She prayed finally for it to be over. For anyone at this point to make it all go away.

The day had came when the wish of Silence was finally granted. While Discord went on her tirade of hate. There came something Silence thought she would never see again. Behind Discord stood six beautiful women all clad in black. Silence stood up staring wide-eyed in pure disbelief. All six of her sisters were there as if they had never left. Discord stopped and took a step back as Silence stood up. Slowly Discord turned around as she found herself face to face with someone who could teach lessons in tormenting.

“You.” Discord spat.

“Yes. Me. Actually us.”

“You shouldn’t be here Torment.” Discord had uttered accusingly  as she tried to back away “You left long ago. All of you did, you all left and left this one here behind.” Discord motioned to Silence while the six women had formed a circle around the two.

“This is our home, we sometimes come back from time to time. We are simply picking up something we left behind long ago. Something that should not have been left behind in the first place.” Torment added as her eyes deadlocked with that of Silence.

“Stillhet. Come here.” Another woman’s voice spoke as she reached out her hand to Silence.

Silence did not say anything or move. She knew who the other woman was. It was Darkness, it was her other sister. Darkness had always been kind to her, there was that moment of conflict to stay where she was or run to the loving embrace of Darkness. Although it would not change how she felt. She had a millennia to be reminded of how she had been left alone.

It was as if her sisters already knew how Silence had felt. As she looked at them- all of them there was remorse in their eyes. Even now Silence still did not know what to say. What could she say?

“Silence go to Darkness.” Torment commanded.

Although she was glad that her sisters remembered the nicknames their mother gave each of them. Silence refused to move. Who was Torment to command her to do anything? After centuries of not being around and left Silence to be tormented? Torment nor any of her other sisters could command Silence to do anything that she did not want to. And so Silence did something most unspeakable. She actually spoke.

“I will not! ” Silence announced.

The Seven other women looked at Silence in awe, the twins known as Envy & Vanity cringed in disbelief. But no one was in more pure shock than Discord. The look on Discord’s face was the combination of fascination and terror. The words she tried to shout came out stuttering.

“She just talked. For a thousand years she has said nothing.” Discord sputtered.

The six sisters of Silence: Torment, Darkness, Regret, Pride, Vanity, and Envy. Moved closer to Silence and Discord. Tightening the circle cornering the two like hungry carrion.

“You would know this because? You have been faithfully been protecting her?” The woman called Pride asked.

“You were looking out for her best interests?” Spoke the woman whose name was Regret.

“You came to love her like your own?” Darkness added scornfully.

“Lies. You like harming innocent children. ” The twins Vanity and Envy said together.

“You spent a thousand years breaking my sister’s mind poisoning her thoughts. For no other reason than that you were simply bored. You’re one sick bitch Discordia.” Torment finally joining in.

“Don’t come here with your stones of judgement. You all left not even bothering to take her with you. At least I stayed instead of dallying with mortals. My powers are intact can we say the same for yours?”

Torment as her eyes glowed fiery red grabbed Discord by the throat lifting Discord into the air . A ray of dark energy overtook the surrounding space. It was so heavy and crippling nearly bringing all the women to their knees.

“Care to find out Discord?”

“All is fair in the matters of love and war Torment.”

“That’s funny you mentioned your brother Discord. If I recall correctly I killed your brother War. Before I kill you as well. Since I promised I would always avenge my sisters, and that means all of them. My sister Silence needs to know that we never meant to leave her, she could have said something. Never be afraid to speak up Silence, speak up against your enemies , but also speak up to your family.”

“That’s so sweet Torment! You finally tell her this after all this time. After the damage has been done. Look at her, a pathetic child that cannot talk. You should all be proud of yourselves. I did you bitches a favor.” Discord laughed.

“ENOUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Silence screamed. She screamed it over and over. She screamed it with everything she had in her. The fury, the frustration, the bitterness. It all came out in a overflow of emotion, she was angry. Silence had just been so angry. Years of anger just came out as it poured all over her from head to toe. She felt herself becoming taller, her body getting fuller, and bones stretching as she screamed.

Her scream vibrated across the bodies of Discord and her sisters. Discord screamed in pain as she tried lowering herself to the ground. But the anger of Silence was too much for Discord as her body exploded. Darkness ran over to Silence hugging her as she kept screaming.

Darkness embraced Silence till the screaming had stopped. Darkness held Silence until she pried herself from her arms. When she let go she was no longer a child, her anger had made her a woman. Silence looked at all six of her sisters and they looked back at her.

They were now finally all equal.

©2016 T.B. Morte from “The Seven Interlogues”