Mother Darkest

Artwork by Zdzislaw Beksinski

By Ryan of the North

Drawn into a warming dark wrapped around my carnal form,

Twisted by the currents flow downward beyond the crest of waves,

Screams without words and convulsions uncontrolled tyrannize me,

But I witness everything feeling nothing of what I observe,

A voyeur of my actions but the command is not in my voice,

Until I fill the body I am in and the maiden dances upon me,

She whispers to me incoherently intangible airless speech,

A rush of fire spreads from her waste as I am engulfed,

Burning out into a dim room where mother darkest waits,

Mother sits with me and shows me secret things,

Suckle at her poisoned breast next to swine and wolf,

Follow her again into the darkest places to witness the horrors,

Driving me further into a night of pitch-black eyes and accusing fingers,

Though she sings sweet sounds on frequencies below my ears,

She shows me something I hold dear is the fear inspiring element,

Her eyes wide open as gates she stares into me with nurturing discipline,

Melting my form from the inside out as fear is projected,

Bloody pus and chunky gore flow from her eyes as her nose gushes red bile,

Her mouth then opens and out spews the blood-soaked chunks,

Every night she finds me waiting by the crossroads,

Mother maiden, mother crone, mother darkest,

Take up thy swords and dance with me this night,

Devour me that I may be reborn in divinity as your son,

I seek thy womb by ways of jaws chomping down,

To be expelled into your empty caves by the Red Ocean,

Demon Queen, breeder of monsters, darkest mother,

I am reborn through the womb of death out of the jaws of life…

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