Tag: witch

Writer’s Worry

We scheme and connive

Always looking for

Always planning for

The next beat

The way it all unfolds

Beneath pen

Key

Thumb

Somehow we have deemed

That we

And only we

Can tell this story

Can shape the land

Call it what you want

Hubris, I think is most fitting

Yet we are still here

Still so sure that this is right

That we still will write

What the world needs

What will effect the most

And what will be remembered

Witch’s Crush

Hu Card collection

Flip through idly

What to play

Which to choose

Witch’s Crush peaks out

I

I don’t remember this one

But I do love those others

Devil’s and Alien

So

‘Why not?’

I think and pull it out

With a solid click it sits within

Flip on

CRT buzzes slowly

Quintrix fuzzy but come to life

I hold controller as title appears

Satanic and over done

Compendium Maleficarum-esque

Woods at night

Naked women dancing

A book of names

Blood dipped fingers scrawling

I start

Pinball as expected

Though words spelled out

By drop targets say

Vendere

Animam

Tuam

With practiced ease

All targets hit

Score rises

Higher still

Eventually though

All balls are drained

And up comes the highscore page

Enter my name…

As I do something hurts

My finger

Pricked

And dripping

I feel a tug

And am drawn

Rise to the TV

And press the blood against

My name I spell

And soon

Screen fades

Black stares back

And I hold my breath

What had I done

What had I signed

Why was the blood already gone

TV clear and coming back

Title screen

And the book

My name at the top

Horns

I was thrown to the ground

Beneath their blasphemous altar

Hundreds of candles haphazardly arranged

Their feeble light barely reaching

Only able to illuminate the surface they stood on

A rough hewn trunk of some massive tree

A book stood open pages yellowed with age

And upon the page were the words “Ritus de Obscura Luna.”

Someone took my hand and I felt a burning sting

They had cut me with something

They forced my hand over the altar

Then suddenly the candles went out

Despite the lack of light

Even from the moon

We could see

As if the altar itself effused some otherworldly light

Above where it had been hidden

Hung the torso of a man

No arms nor legs nor head

And suddenly as I watched

The body began to contort

Something sprouted from the arms

Long and curved

Two horns grew impossibly from this body

Then a seam tore along the bottom of the torso

Flesh tearing and separating

Within I could espy numerous blunt teeth

Then finally the chest tore upon either breast

And two eyes stood open

Burning fiery red as they stared down on me

“Now, his heart.”

Commanded this grotesque thing

And before it all went dark

I screamed for my God

For anyone to save me

They fell silent in return

And I died alone

Knowing only the cold cut of a blade

Collection

Arrayed in fantastic display

My vast collection of memories

From fragments to days

The whole of a life

Within a bauble or two

Here a girl’s birthday

Shown now only

As the cake she ate

And the toy soldier she was given

Yet as you gaze upon them

Time unravels

Unfurling the scene

In all its glory

The minutest detail

All accounted for

And here

A man’s first kiss

This case displaying

The car radio

Always playing Gloomy Sunday

Billie Holiday, of course

And the wheel of his car

Now it reveals

That sweetest moment

When breath was heavy

And lips finally met

Ah but here now

Look further

Something strange

And far more wondrous

This display

It…

Um

It contains only

A black ink stain

And a spilled wine glass

The night was dark

Cold and lonely

Even the coyotes abandoned their call

The wine was cold too

Chilled to perfection

A soft clink

As they shared

A quiet moment

Then she whispered

“I’m ready…”

He took up the ink pot

Cradled carefully in both hands

Before pouring it slowly over her

Coating evenly

She was left shimmering

Black and glimmering

Then she screamed

Mouth distending

Contorting at a strange angle

And he screamed too

Eyes bleeding thick ink

This is not the memory I wish for

I…

I did not put this here…

No I do not wish to remember

I reject this

She-

She was everything

We would transcend together

But here I lie

A castle in mind

Holding only

Our memories

Ritual

Precision

That is what is required

Exact measurements

Perfect lines

Drawn in felt black pen

Exactly 1 inch wide

The angle of curve

Follows prescribed notes

I can feel it now

The approaching chaos

The tumult of the cosmos

Revolting against this

My most perfect rite

Still the door opens

The walls bent to hyperbolic oblivion

But what issues forth

Is all too much

Light

And sound

Sonorous booms

Gyrating pillars of flesh

Iridescent clouds of scarlet and violet

I feel a question encroach

“Your desire?”

I collapse to my knees

“Order…”

I mutter

There is a laugh

Like the tearing of time

A great sundering of sense

I then plucked my eyes

Straight from their sockets

But still the sound

Bore into my mind

Always to rebound

In my quiet moments

Then

The door closed

With a calamitous slam

And an exhalation

Of a now unseen behemothic beast

My plea

My desire

Had been rejected

The universe is chaos

It is disorder

And now I

Shall serve entropy

Dirt

I stretched my toes

Feeling the soil spread beneath them

Slowly I closed my eyes

Easing a breath from my lungs

Was I truly ready for what I’d find?

For what it would show me?

No

But no one could truly be prepared

I knelt and with a black bladed knife

Carved an eye into the dirt

Then pressed the point of the dagger into my thumb

dripping a few drops of scarlet blood upon the mound

The frimament began to shift

Quaking in excitement as a low rumbling took up

Then the eye I had drawn

Blinked

As it opened the loam fell away

Down into the earth

I lowered my face to this hole

And stared back into the eye

Black nothing greeting me

Then a distant light

Sparkling

Shimmering in the dim

It was magnificent

Horrible

Awful

Terrible

Everything which had died

Or will die

The churning mass of souls

Which comprised the earth

The lives we walked upon daily

Without thought

They looked up at me

And screamed their truth

“The final life

The ultimate form

Of all that is

Or shall be

Is simply the dirt

And that which lives within”

Jimmy Rossi Interview

We have another one. Four gun shot wounds to the chest. I fear for what seems to be bubbling up… a lot more corpses than usual.

I’m preparing him now. The candles are lit and I’m just about ready… I’ll record what is said here.

Christ
The pain
It’s unreal
Digging
Worming into me
Who am I?
Jimmy “The Hammer” Rossi
Show some fucking respect!
Yeah that’s right
I’m an enforcer
A made man
And I was on the hunt
For a little rat
Named Frankie Costello
Slim scum sucking skimmer
Took us for near on half a mil!
I had him cornered
Cowering and babbling on
“Not what you think!”
And
“He’ll do me in Jimmy!”
I didn’t listen
Cocked the hammer
My hammer
Then the retort
Four sharp snaps
Blasts
I was on my face
And all was black
Puttana snuck up behind me
Never heard him coming
That’s all I know!
Now let me rest!

I let Jimmy go then.

So someone intercepted Frankie and made sure he wasn’t taken out… but why? Someone who wanted the money he had skimmed from his family? That seems the most likely reason to me.

Church Grim

You know, they killed my momma

Burned her and buried her heart

Right beneath the church

No not for being a witch

They were making her a protector

She was made a Church Grim

I see her sometimes

Late at night

Pacing the perimeter

I call out but her eyes see through me

I am not that which concerns her…

So maybe I’ll make myself so…

Make a pact

Blood and pain

And dark whispered words…

Then she’ll see me

Then she’ll fight me

Then I’ll burn it all