YOUR DARK DOLLY

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A toast good populace! Cheers to Tragedienne may she one day find the dark solitude of happiness.  She so rightfully deserves.

 

YOUR DARK DOLLY

Admit to me my master,

Who’s your darkest dolly?

You need not to say it to others,

you need not to say it out loud,

I’m your dark dolly,

I do what the others cannot,

you know I go that extra mile,

I give it my all,

When the whip strikes flesh,

You know I squeal in pleasure,

And give it my best,

So I apologize to you Master,

Please excuse my mess,

But the other dollies had to go,

So I made them say goodbye,

And I now I have these piles of bodies,

Your dolly just now wants to cry,

We’re all alone now Master,

Don’t you see?

It’s just you and me,

And there’s no one else around,

To make three.

© T.B. Morte 2017

 

 

 

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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~

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 Vanity & Envy :(Vol. IV of the Seven) “Death of the Dinner Party”

The Story of Vanity & Envy: (Vol. IV of The Seven) “Death of the Dinner Party”

Vanita did everything she was supposed to do. All the requirements for she had decided to carry on about her way as if there was nothing wrong. Who would be able to tell really? That the smile she carried was false, that the pleasantness that resonated in her tone was forced. Deep down inside of Vanita’s core she was angry and for her it was an emotion that she had not experienced much before. Unlike the other daughters of Immortality, “Vanity” as her mother nicknamed her did not have much to be upset about.

Vanita was beautiful, adored, and loved. Why would she need to be angry or upset about anything? Those were ugly emotions, ugly feelings, and unwanted things. Vanita required things of beauty and adoration. So quite calmly Vanita made the decision the reason of her anger had to go-be abolished, removed, and eradicated. Whatever it would take she would do no cost was too high.

Vanita would kill her spouse. That was the cause of the ugliness. The root of her problem. Her husband’s behavior had become appalling and no longer could she tolerate it. For it was now causing the emotions of anger, rage, and soon tears if things were to continue. Tears of Vanity were a forbidden thing.

Vanita cared for her husband Hendrick she really really did as he did love her. It was mutual in the grand scheme of things. He even loved all her friends, acquaintances, anything of the female form-Hendrick truly loved. Vanita did not care about that it was when the female forms became younger and younger in age. Where their faces were more child-like than adult. It caused her brow to furl in concern. The salacious looks he would give them whenever they walked by him, and sometimes the salacious looks the young swans would give back. Although children of Immortality didn’t have much moral qualms. Even Vanita knew that there was something wrong and improper.

Why would her husband desire children in bed when he had her? Vanity who was once deemed “A goddess of beauty”. What did they have that she did not? That infuriated her beyond belief. And so the only way to stop this behavior was to kill Hendrick and be done with it. Vanita knew she could call in a professional avenger as it was promised to her so many centuries ago. If she needed avenging all she had to was ask, but as these were now modern times and Vanita was very happily a “modern woman”. She would do this task alone.

As she approached the gate of her home, she felt confident in her task ahead. So everything was done in normality, with a perfect smile and bubbly tone. She even went as far by making her neighbor an apple pie. But as Vanita stepped through her doorway she knew something was wrong. The energy tingled through her being- Vanita knew that energy very well since her time in the womb. She knew someone else was home.

There was her mirror imaged twin sitting calmly on the sofa. Vanita gave her twin sister Vidia a cold stare. She was not pleased to see her but she never was. Vidia always loved Vanita since they were small children, always clung to her , always tried being in Vanita’s shadow. It was frustrating and no matter how badly Vanita treated her twin. Vidia always came back like the loyal pet who tried to stray from its owner.  Vanita was not happy to see her especially today.

“Vidia. Why are you here?” Vanita asked sighing.

Vidia who held a scythe-like knife in her hand the gleam of the blade shone in the shadows. “Because you have a need of me.” and as Vidia continued “Is this what you were going to perform the crime with? A sacred weapon?” Vidia scoffed at her sister as if she were a naughty child.

Vanita not even bothering to ask how her twin knew of her plans. There was no point they were able to read each others minds and able to travel outside the realms of space and time to be with each other. “Did you have a better suggestion Envy?” The last word being said with much force but knowing the nickname their mother gave Vidia would leave a mark.

“Yes I do Vanity.” Vanita said with more warmth.

“So its not the crime you disagree with just the method?”

“Indeed. Why bother with a knife my sister when poison is so much better.” As Vidia stood up and walked around her twin whispering with a seductive hiss “So much neater. Less mess. Less ugly.” Knowing the last comment would linger with Vanita.

“You are right my sister. Poison will make it beautiful.” Vanita remarked happily.

And so they plotted and planned most carefully. Vanita actually agreed that in this matter that “two heads were better than one” and was glad that Vidia was willing to help more and judge less. They decided the best way to execute said plan was to throw a dinner party giving Hendrick the husband of Vanita a chance to show off one final time. Everyone that Hendrick had loved so dear would be invited. Meaning every woman the couple both knew.

The night of the dinner party everything was done in perfection: Couture clothing, Five star catering , even a band was hired. Vanita came up with the  theme of “Masquerade” so all the attendees came in masks and other forms of Renaissance garb. It was a beautiful evening, Vanita and Vidia both garbed in white looked like goddesses of olden times. Hendrick also garbed in white looked like a masked fairy tale prince. He was a most charming and gracious host walking arm-in-arm with his wife and sister-in-law greeting everyone in high style. What he did not know of was the vial of poison placed carefully between the cleft of his wife’s breasts.

A simple concoction really: Leaves of belladonna, stems of henbane, seeds of Strych, petals of oleander. Cyanide could have been also effective but sometimes the old ways were better.

As all the ladies took their places at the dinner table they encouraged the male host Hendrick to make a speech. Their dear darling Hendrick, so handsome, so wonderful. Vanita thought as she watched him talk so boastfully. It was a pity that they didn’t know the ugliness that laid within him. Their precious Hendrick who was a cheat and desired children in lascivious ways. Would they still want him then? Or would they feel like she did? The anger? The disgrace? The ugliness?

Poor Hendrick was not able to finish his speech the convulsions took over as the blood frothed from his mouth. As he convulsed to death into his perfect plate of food, there was pandemonium of women running everywhere screaming and suddenly convulsing to their deaths. Vanita looked in pure shock as there were multiple dead bodies everywhere. There was only to be one corpse. The corpse being her husband.

“YOU KILLED EVERYONE!” Vanita screamed in rage.

Vidia who stepped over a dead body walked calmly to where her sister stood. “Correction. We killed everyone” as she wrapped an arm around her sister’s waist.

Vanity whose eyes just kept bulging whispered in a hoarse tone “How?”.

Vidia smirked and used her free hand to dive between the cleft of her breasts to pull out a vial. “I used cyanide.”

Vanita just looked at her sister and was prepared to back-hand her to the next century. Her attention hogging twin had ruined her perfect murder! All these corpses caused a most ugly sight. Yet before she could execute that slap a dark mass of energy had conjured. The energy felt so heavy so hateful it caused the twins to cringe. Torment their older sister had come after all.

There she was in all her dark perfection, clad in back, still looking so beautiful despite all the horror she carried with her. Vanity & Envy said nothing they both knew better than to interfere. Never interfere with Torment or else she could just turn on you.

Torment walked around surveying the dead bodies. She said nothing, the twins also said nothing. It was a stand-off of immortal forces not knowing who would win or who would be destroyed. Finally Torment spoke “This is your handiwork?” looking to both Vanita and her twin.

“Yes.” They answered in unison.

“You killed your husband to avenge innocent children.” as Torment continued “I can appreciate that.”

“The other dinner guests….”

“Envy killed them unnecessarily.” Vanita interjected.

“Needed to be killed also. Never leave witnesses.” Torment added.

Envy stuck her tongue out at Vanity. Which unable to help herself Vanita slapped her twin across her most perfect face. Then more slaps followed until Torment herself stepped between them and grabbed Vanity’s wrist with a deadly grip.

“Enough.”

“You are both coming with me. I have plans for you two.”

And so the murdering one, became the murdering three.

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