Two Of Them
In the end, there were only two of them. The Blue Hued Lover and the Dark Gaunt Mother.
Mad, mischievous, mundane masqueraders.
The One who lured them with love. Seduced them with smiles and then made them whirl to his flute.
And the One who danced Herself to the sound of her ghouls screaming. Who fed upon the Despair of those at Her feet.
The two who turned men into monsters. Who roused such passion and devotion .. That anything short of insanity felt trivial.
The ones who turned away and had to be coaxed. Had to be fed, to be reassured.
The ones who demanded love and bred poetry. And were satisfied with neither.
In the end, there were only two of them. The Blue Hued Lover and The Dark Gaunt Mother.
In the end, there were only two of them. The Blue Hued Lover and the Dark Gaunt Mother.
Mad, mischievous, mundane masqueraders.
The One who lured them with love. Seduced them with smiles and then made them whirl to his flute.
And the One who danced Herself to the sound of her ghouls screaming. Who fed upon the Despair of those at Her feet.
The two who turned men into monsters. Who roused such passion and devotion .. That anything short of insanity felt trivial.
The ones who turned away and had to be coaxed. Had to be fed, to be reassured.
The ones who demanded love and bred poetry. And were satisfied with neither.
In the end, there were only two of them. The Blue Hued Lover and The Dark Gaunt Mother.