Beauty of Eden

Isolated beauty cast aside

They say beware

temptress of the snake

poisonous skank

but beautiful

all the same.

Entranced by something sinister

that's what they believe

because I can't breath

Take my eyes away from sun kissed skin

away from light cracked lips

caressed by her tongue so wet.

Perhaps it is something mystical

that traps my heart

cry's when she's hurt

that defends every gaze

her touch, a sway

a flick of fire burned hair.

Poison graces

tainted kisses

sad eyes look towards me

to love, to cherish

beauty

so venomous.  

Knowledge and Innocence: The Apple and Choice

I awoke upon the emerald lands
a light wind blowing across my skin
underneath a tree of shade
with apples on every end

Of course, this has to be dream
I tell myself out loud
as a snake of scarlet
falls towards the ground

and I, not fearing such
remain very, very still
for if it isn't a dream
I'd rather not be killed

The snake senses me with his tongue
and almost seems to purr
as he twirls around my arm
I listen to its words

"Here issss your one chanssse"
it forces out between hisses
"Choossse between knowledge
or never ending ssstupidity."

It wasn't much of an argument
but, yet, I knew the price
should I choose the apple
I fall to hell's device  

Even knowing and being the christian that I am
I could not stomach the idea
of sacrificing all the thoughts I have
giving up my life plans

The scarlet snake glistens 
and his beady eyes gaze up
waiting for my answer
but I can't quite use my tongue

To force this choice 
I cannot say
what sane person
would choose the latter way?

It is a dangerous thought
but I awake before I can say
and as I lay in bed
the choice is clear to me

Without telling you my choice
and writing this down
the fact that I wrote this poem
is knowledge that I have

What would you choose
as the snake slithers across your hand
would you choose the latter
or would an apple cross your lips?

Hopeless: Chapter 18

I am not forgetful, though I tend to lack the skill to remember. I recall the happy times in my life and push the others to a dark corner. As you can see, I am not forgetful but mentally disturbed. Doesn’t that make it much better to know I can remember I just do not wish to recall such moments in my life. Once they are hidden, I no longer contain the ability to bring them forth again, yet, I have not forgotten.  All it takes is a single sentence, a word perhaps, to bring forth the nightmares of my mental state. Do recognize that there is a reason those blackened parts in my mind have the shades pulled tight. Be advised that there is more danger in remembering than you probably know.

          Brook dropped, like dead weight, as Austin pointed towards her. Tormenting migraines hit her like electric waves as her head absorbed all that he spoke. It was then that she discovered she already knew, that in itself made her weak and want to wail at the slow mental break down inside. The walls she had built started to crumble with every little word. Flashes of red, memories of shadows, laughter, cackling, dismembered bodies, and worst of all, she saw herself right in the middle of everything. She was a mutt, an outcast, a creature that was never supposed to be brought into this world.    

“What happened to them?” Bella spoke up in attempt to lift a fallen Brook. “Simple, they died,” Austin’s gaze filled with burning hatred. He despised all that fell weak to a simple human emotion. “They died by this child’s hands, figuratively of course,” Brook’s eyes burned and her blood boiled but her powers were forced down by the necklace that now chocked her. “The council of hell, yes there is one, gave the fallen demon a choice,” Austin’s hate rimmed eyes looked at Brook who gave him a defeated glance in return. “Either he sacrificed his blood for the next ruler or the child and mother were to be destroyed. Guess what he chose?” Bella wanted to claw that little cocky, pretty boy’s eyes out for the way he kept glaring at Brook, but she was just as utterly defenseless as her weak minded friend. “Of course, Demons lie and they destroyed your mother who happened to be prepared and had shipped you off somewhere else,” Brook knew where. The two witches who raised her weren’t her parents, but her loving aunt and uncle who saw only potential in their half demon niece. Even so, Brook had slaughtered them as well as probably fifty other people. She let out a scream as she recalled the white walls stained with her bloody hand prints, the body parts that flowed in a river of scarlet, and her innocence that now was buried in the cemetery. Austin gripped her face hard, yanking her drooping body from the ground just so her legs could quiver in response.

 “Guess what happened then? Guess who took your daddy’s blood and soaked his power up? Do you remember the gun shot? Do you recall how you ripped apart the only family you had and overflowed your house with the blood of those that had only cared? You are evil, corrupt, and hopeless. You have no soul!” He tossed her against the wall, flinging her two guards along with her. She appeared so fragile like a piece of cloth just tossed into a corner and, with her demonic abilities suppressed, her once perfect caramel skin now glowed blue and black. He grinned from ear to ear at the idea of being soulless. “Just like me,” He approached Brook and, this time, lightly lifted her face. “That is why we belong together. You, with your father’s ruling blood, and I, with the ability to harness your power, can control not only hell, but earth as well!” Roughly, he crashed his lips to hers and forced his tongue down her throat. Brook whimpered in response, yet, she could do nothing but let him bruise her lips and leave gashes as he nipped her.

“You will never be a ruler! West will always be better than you! You are just a second rate demon, chosen because they had no other choice,” Austin stopped dead. He let go of Brook and her eyes flooded with fear at Bella’s words as she crashed back to the ground. He turned to see pleasure upon the Spanish witch’s once disoriented face as she discovered just how deep she had stabbed at his ego. His eyes became fully black and his body flickered from human to a chilling creature she couldn’t quite see. Quickening his steps, Austin appeared in front of her and pulled back his hand.

“That name shall never be compared to me!” A pop echoed against the walls covering up the scream of horror from the green eyed captive. Bella resided motionless on the floor as her heart beat slowed drastically and blood flowed around her head. She appeared like a rag doll or a dead body found in a crime scene, though she wasn’t dead yet. Brook ran to Bella’s side and turned her blood drenched head to the side slowly. There was a noticeable crack in her skull and her beautiful black, blue hair was matted by crimson.

“Isabella? Please wake up. Don’t leave me,” Brook cried into the crook of her neck as she held her close, afraid to move her too suddenly for she knew a concussion was unavoidable. Once she had gathered herself, she placed her head back down away from the puddle of blood and with the crack facing upwards. Brook rose from her place on the ground and gave a one eighty degree turn to face a pleased Austin. Her hands, now ruby colored, came from her side as her eyes fogged. She imagined his body lying in a puddle of his own juices and suffering just like Emma had, just like Bella was now and it was actually working. He could feel the nightly liquid in his body try to burst from his pores but before she could do anything the necklace gripped tighter, trapping the air in her lungs and causing her to black out. She fell to the floor but was caught by small hands.

“Take the witch away and tend to her. I want her to be strong enough to see her end,” Sike had saved his adoptive mother as he had just happened to escape from his own guards grasp. “Take that one to his room and this time don’t let him escape or you’ll be cleaning up your ashes!” Sike brought Brook slowly to lay her down before the two hideous creatures could take him away. They grabbed him roughly and out of either anger for Brook or for himself being so weak, he flipped on them.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Sike growled, burning off their hands as they shrieked in agonizing calls. He turned back to a surprised, but not fearful, Austin. “Don’t you dare hurt her!” He ran towards him without any concern about just what he was going up against. There was no possible way Sike would manage a fight against Austin no matter who sired him, but just as Sike got close enough a door banged open causing them both to stop dead in their tracks.

Hopeless: Chapter 17

What drives us to do such horrific things? Is it power? Fame? Fortune? Or how about my favorite little form of insanity, Love.  Why did you do it? Because you loved her?! Than why is she crying so painfully? That’s how it is supposed to be. What idiocricy to believe that by doing this to me you are helping me! I do not need your help, I can destroy my own self and drive my soul to the ground faster than you can, so why? It was all out of best intentions I do dare say that you caused me this pain and for that I forgive you.

No evidence left, but the stench of burnt flesh. That’s how these battles always end, well at least for demons of their caliber. West gave one last look at the remains of Sam. Poor man didn’t even know what he got himself into. Was that pity that he felt? West shook it off. He had no time to feel these things. It seemed he was becoming weak. “Impossible,” West growled and continued on his path. Brook was his main concern, no one else, nothing else, and a little pity wasn’t going to stop him.  Static sounded from above. “You cause such issues. Why could you just of followed your orders?” It was Austin’s voice on the other side.  “If you have such a problem with it come and get me!” Laughter erupted through the room. “Why waste my time with you, when I have the control of the world in my grasp,” In the background he could hear cruel smooth words as Brook spat insults.  “Brook? Brook!” West screamed but she couldn’t hear him. “She is busy getting ready for our big day,” Confused, West just growled and grabbed a torch from the wall. “Don’t you dare touch her!” Throwing it up at the ceiling, static sounded with the remains of a Goodbye as the voices terminated. How could he be so stupid? He dug his nails into his scalp to ease the rage and disappointment in himself. Finally calmed, he recalled the words that Austin had said. Big Day? The world in his hands? It did not make sense, but then again thinking was not his strong suite. He could not be pondering over such trifle matters when he planned on taking her back before Austin even got the chance, so pushing it to the back of his mind he rushed towards the sounds that echoed off the walls.

          Bella’s sobs could be heard through the ricochets of the walls. She needed to stop, gather herself, and clear her mind with only the issue at hand, but she could not, more like she would not. She did not wish to give herself a moment to recall the recent events. Sadly, Bella now tumbled blindly into the monster’s clutches with tears streaming from her eyes. The biggest mistake she could make is to not be the reasonable, responsible, and rational Bella that she was, instead her plan was like mush at the back of her mind and all sense of reason had left her in a heaping mess. Sharp claws dug into her side as she twisted but the pain only became even more unbearable.

“My, my, what do we have here?”  Icy, blue eyes gave way to an even colder smirk upon an unpleasant, egotistic face. 

“If it isn’t the little Spanish witch come to save the day. Too bad she did not notice where she was going. Did your little lover boy upset you?” Bella was not a nasty or vicious woman like Brook. She never had the ability to call names or crush people’s spirits but at that moment she wanted to tear him to bits with her well-manicured, Mexican hands.

“Do not dare mock me you poor excuse for a man and an even poorer excuse for a demon?!” He only laughed and snapped his fingers as two huge demonic, ogre looking creature brought a tired, but feisty Brook. When their eyes met, Bella’s control over her emotions was so fragile still that tears burst from her eyes. She had found her and, other than a few bruises, she was ok.

“Isabella? My dear Isabella,” Brook’s words were so sweet, dejected, and regretful. Bella could tell that she was happy to see her, yet she would have been better off had she not of ever came to her rescue.

“Brook Lynn!” Bella attempted to run to her to comfort and express her overwhelming feeling of pure happiness to her beloved friend but the claws dug deeper and instead of tears of joy there was only sheer agony.

“Now, now, we cannot have you giving hope to our beautiful captive can we?” Austin gripped Brook’s face only to be spit at. With slight annoyance, he wiped the liquid away.

“Such bad manners and I thought you taught her better,” He gave Bella a deadly sneer but she only frowned.

“I am glad she never learned,” She attempted to sound strong but her voice cracked and even Brook could sense the grief in it. Brook had turned to her with a smile, so tender, soothing, and everything she needed to bring herself back to reality.  Taking a deep breath, Bella finally gathered herself enough to twist out of her captives grasp. Brook may be drained, but Bella was still energized enough to fight. She gripped the flask she had been carrying in her pocket and tossed to an astounded Austin. His eyes became wide but only for a moment until he realized nothing had occurred.

“We did not study well enough did we?” Bella was shocked. Her spells and potions always worked. This could not be. “You are amazed but in truth I am not just any demon,” He gave a smirk that made her shiver as he approached her. “I have been feeding on the power of that little portal over there,” He pointed to Brook but the confusion still remained. “Oh, you do not know who she is or better to say what she is?” He stepped back just a little but only so much so he could grab her if she decided to run, that was doubtful though.  “Your dearest little monster is but a portal from hell. She is the ancestor of a magnificent witch and a dashing young demon who was destined to be the next ruler of hell,” Austin turned to see Brook’s face was full of unknowing and she shook it in fear of finding out the truth. “This powerful witch had tempted the demon in more ways than one and he planned to devour her soul for himself,” Another pause, “But alas she was such a powerful witch and an enchanting beauty that he developed the human emotion of love,” A demon loving? Creatures of pure evil hold no heart so how could that be. Bella’s pondering gave her a headache which gave amusement to Austin. “Oh yes, it is possible. We are not as invulnerable as you may believe. The highest of demons can fall by such conditions and he was no exception,” Austin sighed. “He threw away the power and gave his everything to this human woman and what came of them is her!”

Cryptic words of a past not clear

In which it seems the truth I fear

I know what was spoken but cannot accept

What lies, I wish I could forget

Do not open your mind, oh so I beg

If I realize the facts that lay ahead

Is my past just a figment of a life of fiction

What seemed so real now insignificant

God in which I have had no faith

Tell me that this is all a fake

I know I have done wrong, fallen from your grace

Does my birth make it so it is too late

Am I of evil origin

Am I soulless and corrupted

Does my heart reside in a pitch black hole

Do I even hold one that is not icy cold

Oh, how I fear what has been spoken

Finally it has slowly soaked in

This is what I have always known

Why I am so cold and all alone

This is why I am Soulless

Soulless: A moment of Weakness

Scarlet eyes that shimmered like glass drenched in the blood of those so foolish to love her, looked onto the world with sorrow and regret. Her hair, just as tainted as her eyes, glowed in the rising sun’s rays. Warmth coursed through her tiny, immortal body as she gave a shiver showing she had some life, some sense of feelings. She became deathly still like a corpse, a beautiful, ageless body but a dead one none the less. Silently, she appeared as if she was praying to the God she would never be able to meet for she was Ashlyn, the deadliest beauty to ever grace the earth.

Her heart full of a poison, uncontainable by mankind, pumped the venomous liquid throughout her body with extreme intensity. Ashlyn’s face fell and she cringed as she gripped her chest. If only people realized that this perfect, creamy, ivory skin held back the most deadly of weapons that her alone could control and even she suffered every now and again. No one was around to hear her scream in agony as it ate away at her internal organs, starting at her stomach and moving to her lungs. Soon she would not be able to breath, her pulse would stop and she would be legally dead as it starts to devour her heart. By now, her screams have silenced and she remains motionless and bare. Untouchable skin is revealed as the fine fabric that covered her turns to ash as the poison erupts from her pores. Slowly, her body starts to rebuild. First her heart and then her lungs as she jumps back to life gasping for breath. No longer, does she scream, just remains utterly still and silent. Her eyes water as the salty liquid touches her perfectly sculpted lips and her body is finally fully rejuvenated.

A slight glow from the moon turns her skin from a healthy tan to a ghostly pale as it tells her just how long she has been out of it. Shivering, the cold night air warns Ashlyn that she is completely vulnerable to the world around her. She is use to it, the pain, the nudity, and most of all the loneliness, yet she cries soundless tears. Ashlyn’s life exists to taunt the human race with what they cannot create, what they cannot have because she was supposed to be something innocent, pure, and timeless. Supposed to be, she thinks, because she isn’t just a flower, she in herself is also human. Part flower, part human that is what she is a curse that was created by a man that was lonely, pitiful, and obsessive. She howls, almost in a cat like wail and yells that she wishes she could just die by her own addicting heroine.

Finally, she stands up; her fine silk covered legs do not wobble even though they have been unmoved for more than half a day. Her tear stricken face is still so seductive, perhaps even more so as her dark lashes drip a few more drops towards her pale, naked feet. Red strands graced her shoulders as if each thread knew exactly where to be placed. She grumbled, knowing how sickly perfect she looked and she absolutely loathed it. Her small, feminine hand wiped the water from her cheeks but just as she did more rushed out. She desired to fall to her knees and just enter a dying state, but that had already been attempted and just like every other time it had failed.

So trapped in her own aching sorrow, she doesn’t notice when a blanket is tossed upon her small frame. Instantly, she grabs the corners and wraps her cold, petrified body into the warm fabric. She doesn’t bother to turn around as her hair is lifted from the inside of the blanket. It is him, the “him” that is always there, soundlessly watching her to make sure she doesn’t break. His presence soothes her to the point she realizes just how tired she really was. Falling back, he catches her, His brown eyes soft, serious, hidden behind black hair and at the same time hopelessly in love with the woman he now cared in his arms. Ashlyn’s lips part slightly as she says his name in a hopelessly heart wrenching way. He was Alec, her loyal butler like person, but also her dearest friend even though he saw himself as less. Her head rests against his chest and his heart beat keeps her in a peaceful state of mind as he carries her away from her own heartache that only adds to his. If only he knew how much she loved him, truly adored him. She was timeless, but so was his soul as over and over again it was reborn just for her to suffer the same loveless torture that she is cursed to endure. If only Alec would open his eyes and see the way he could draw out the misery from her bones, the way he could calm her to the point of dying. To him, it would always be a one sided love for he would never believe she could love him. For her it would always be mutual but silent because Ashlyn would live forever as he withered away. She would never tell him that so she remained ignorant of his feelings, not being able to embrace her own.

Ashlyn now laid on a king sized bed covered in purple linens that kept the room dark but colored. Pulling the blankets over her already covered body, Alec tucked her in. She moaned in her sleep, inaudible things, but he could swear he heard his name. Tossing the thought aside, he walked out of the room with only his silent desires in his mind. Ashlyn tossed and turned not because of the cruel torture of her own body, she did not cry wordlessly because of her inability to be human, and she was not regretful for the things she did. Throughout this whole day only one misery appeared in her mind. Ashlyn cried in her sleep now because of her love for the ones that were designed to vanish. She screamed because just like her, they were cursed to meet her again and never stay with God in heaven. What made her so unnoticeably weak was her decaying strength to be heartless to that tall, scrawny thing that had carried her all the way here. She wanted to show she cared but that was a fleeting dream that she should never chase. The poison that coursed through her veins left her with an empty feeling and an aching core as she whispered I love you to the shadow outside her door, yet these words will never be heard. In her moment of weakness, her heart was still unheard.

Timeless

Little shadows dancing around my feet

I hold so dearly so close to me

A silent creature with in the night

Falling into a grave

Out of sight.

Shall you scream

No one hears

The deathly cries

Of one so near

I hold no heart

A soul to part

For I am timeless dear

Monster cruel

Corrupted too

Look at me and you see that’s true

Little shadows grace the walls so close

Holding on to the ones I lost and loved the most

Shall I scream

No one will hear

My deathly wails

Though I’m so near

No heart encased

Soul is lost

For I am timeless dear

Left into a darkened state

To roam the world in an empty place

Shadows comforting in their wake

For I am alone I fear

Should I scream

No one can hear

My silent wails

For no one’s near

My heart is dead

My souls escaped

For I am stuck in a timeless state

Dearest child, so small and alone

Shall you never know

The shadows home

I’m trapped forever

To live a life

In which I’m timeless dear

Shall you scream

No one hears

The deathly cries

Of one so near

I have no heart

A soul did part

They made me timeless here

Soulless: Prologue Version One

Fairy tales of cheerful things never caught my attention but when faced with a tragic end I all but squealed to listen. Now hear me well and pay close mind to the story I have to tell because you never know when a fairy tale might be real.

Once upon a time there grew a flower of unimaginable beauty. Its petals were of the softest feel and its scent held creatures captive. Who so ever looked at this tall but fragile looking creation of God was said to be granted eternal life for it was said this was a plant survived from the Garden of Eden itself but was moved and hidden by the Angels. Searching high and low to no end, Men looked for this flower of youth but all that set to find it vanished, nothing was ever found. Truth was this hypnotic plant sent people to eternal life through death, a death so terrible it burned the skin off your body. This little tulip watched as creatures rapidly learned of its’ terrible gift and it became lonely. The soil where it thrived was deadly to any other vegetation and so it stayed in the shadows with only a slight glimmer hitting its leaves. “Who could love poison?” The poor plant cried, its tears reaching past the barrier that held it captive. That was when the man came, a man that aged by the agony of lose and hatred of human kind. He, being a man of science not religion, looked for this plant to have it take his last breath. It gazed at the man with wonder as he bowed. “Dear plant of Eden, or so it is told, I am here to ask for a demise well deserving of a man with nothing to live for,” peering up he gazed at the white petals with a beautiful red color sprouting like fire from the middle of its one medium bloom. Something unexpected happen making the man jump out of shock but only in amazement. “Man, Gods greatest creation that searches for me to pro long their meeting with the heavens, you do not wish for what others have wished for? Why only death you long me to fill you with?” Clearing his throat, he approached the sweet, curious plant. “Creation, created to purge men of their unholiness, I wish for death for I do not desire life without someone I love and all I love has been taken,” Coming ever so close, he touched lightly the stem of the beautiful flower and continued. “I much rather hold something as stunning as you to love one more time, rather than live forever never knowing the sweet voice of a caring heart.” The poison flower’s silky voice wept for the lonely man. “I do not wish you to die with such regret in your heart, instead stay by my side as my lover so you can die with happiness,” Brown eyes grew large as he smiled softly. “Then, my poison beauty, I shall call you dream, my love.” The man kissed a leaf upon the plant and did not die. Because the flower loved him, it gave him immunity but that also would cause it to wilt ever so slowly and painfully. What it had given him was its ability to regenerate when the poison did but now she wasn’t able to keep up. Years went by and the man noticed his lover’s sickness. “My Dear Dream why do you look so sick? Have I caused you misery beyond your power?” The flower gave a gloomy sigh as it tried to reach up towards him but it was too weak. In a raspy voice still lined with a silky under tone, it told him the truth. “My loving Darling, I dare say I am dying for I gave you the essence of what keeps me alive so I may not be lonely any longer,” Frantic, he ran back to his lab he had built near his precious treasure. Night after night he worked, trying to find a way to keep her alive. It was of no avail but there was something he could do. Walking depressed towards his love, he told it the sad news. “I do not wish to live forever without anyone,” He sobbed. The Striking Poison Flower seemed to smile in its words. “Take it,” He gazed up from his watered eyes. “Take my only bloom, the center piece of my heart, and in turn sacrifice your blood. You cannot save me but you can always have me,” With a heavy broken heart he took her petal and placed it in a jar to preserve it. Searching the world, the man looked for the perfect vessel for his creation. A human child, a baby just born that could grow with the poison. Finally after three years of searching, a baby was born, dead, and unmoving. The man stole the baby away as the grieving family came after him in anger, but he was prepared. The lab was already set as he lay its’ still warm body in the box and hooked it up. In seconds it worked. He watched as the baby girls color came back and a full head of vibrant scarlet hair grew out of her head. Her veins pulse green and then vanished under her skin. Perfection! It had worked and the baby now cried. She no longer held the soul of that family’s child but the spirit of the venomous flower. “My Dear Dream, This is our baby, Ashlyn,” He kissed the child but than his moment was cut short by the screams of the women he had stolen the vessel from. Fearful, He ran towards the nearest town where a Queen resided as ruler. Crestfallen, He laid the child at the door step, her red brown eyes looking up at him with longing. She was quiet, peaceful and beyond her years. “I will return to you sweet Ashlyn,” He covered her in an odd substance and vanished. The door opened and it all started the tale of a poison princess.