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Oh Madeline

The rhythmic melody of the seductive sirens'

whispering chant rode upon the midday wind. Inviting,

enticing, hexing, seizing hold of mortal mind, invading the

very heart, and capturing the very soul. It was a low

whisper, it was at first, then it increased in it's gradual

volume, until the very curiosity aroused, and one's

resistance to it dulled just as gradual.

This rhythm continued in perpetuity; enticing, hexing

mesmerizing, and there was no escape into the secular

world about. Indeed, no matter where the physical body

raced to find solitude, there was none. Be it down the street,

into the cellar, into the secluded closet, behind closed doors

of one's fortress walls; behold, even into deep and dark

woods, there was no escape! The chanting rhythmic song

sang on the very wind breathed into the heaving lungs,

enticing, motivating, employing the brain, the legs, the

arms....until there was no resistance. Yea, the desire to fight

was literally vacuumed from pit of the very soul!

The legs were then forced, compelled beyond

imagination, to move into a forced direction with the same

compulsion that a magnet bears when near the opposing

end of another. Even in-spite of the very imagination

desiring the body at a specific destination, the legs ambled

forward as though going by their own free will, in absence

of the mind. The hands may grasp and railings, the arms

may wrap the light stands, but the allure grows with more

intensity....and the eyes inform the mind of this new absence of the permission of the mind. Soon

the song grows in volume and intensity until every sound

that the ears behold is of an eerie haunting beckoning.

The eyes behold the sidewalk path that leads toward an

ancient two story brick home that spoke of wealth and

glory somewhat faded. The feet then transport the body

forward to the direction in the song of the siren. Slowly

they enter into the threshold, now into the foyer, and the

eyes behold the large extravagant upward winding

staircase. The hands feel and grasp the railing as the feet

slowly...ever so slowly... slink their way upward to the

rhythm of the haunting chant...that spellbinding, rhythmic

chant that pulls even at the very heart and soul.

Slowly....ever so gently...they foot in front of the

other...until they take that last step onto the ancient

heartwood floor of the hallway....

Now the force of the song, the force of the melody, was

so intense, so heavy, that any resistance was out of mind,

no thoughts of such any where near. The eyes beheld the

door ajar in the sacred distance, and the ears could hear the

melodious song, that chanting melodious rhythm that so

forcefully pulled the limbs forward. The very heart raced

with an intensity as though it desired to leap from it's very

seat inside the breast. The mind forcefully attempted to

overpower the attraction of the song, the hands seized hold

of the railing pulling the body backwards, now backwards

toward the staircase, but the force of the song always

prevailed.... yes it always prevailed....until the body found

itself standing before the door.....yes, that very door! The

heart raced with great intensity, to the point that the breath

heaved, causing the mind to feel as though it would cease

and the body grow limp.

The sweating trembling hands gingerly nudged the

door, and the door silently....thankfully silently....eased

open, allowing the eyes to behold the specter of the nymph

as she whispered her chanting song that rode forth on the

heavenly wind. She sat about in a long sable satin dress

upon the large lace covered feather bed mattress gazing

into a bronze hand held mirror, gently caressing the solid

gold crucifix that she bore on a chain of emerald and gold

about her pale neck. As she spoke into the mirror, she

moved her hands about the crucifix in a caressing, loving

stroke of though she were speaking unto

an unseen presence.

The eyes then beheld a vapor, a somber mist, that rose

forth from the crucifix into the mirror, then moved forth

from the mirror into the room surrounding. The mist, this

haunting terrifying mist....then assumed the shape of an

apparition whose form the eyes soon beheld, and the mind

comprehended. The form....the human form...that

developed to the rhythm of the chanting, hexing song of the

nymph....soon bore a chilling face - a face of intrepid evil, of

wisdom but for the purpose of forever incarcerating those

poor weeping souls of the damned.

The heart raced harder, and faster, the hands dripped

with ice cold sweat, then mind and the legs desired a

magnificent swift escape.....but now a strange curiosity

compelled the body to simply stay put, for the eyes wished

to observe in order that the mind might give divine


The apparition then slowly turned it's dark head until it's

face met the concealed eyes at the door. It's face was of a

horrid description, so dreadful that the eyes could not bear

to see and flowing tears welled up to hide the face that

stood before them. The baneful face had a mouth, a mouth

that cracked into a smile, a smile that betrayed the fact that

it had forced the body of the mortal to propel the soul

forward into it's clutches. There was no escape, no where to

hide, and now the body stood before that evil one, that

nefarious mist of perdition, of Beelzebub and those legions

of the damned.

The mouth parted, for those forces of evil had compelled

the heart to love, to fall into the forces of adoration beyond

all mortal knowledge and comprehension.

“Madeline,” whispered the voice from the breast, yea

that fearful trembling voice. But her ears heard not and her

mind made no response to acknowledgment of the

existence of the body that stood by the door. The mouth

parted once again.

“Madeline,” but still no response, just the chanting

rhythm into the black stone mirror, a stone that was

encased in solid brass. Her melodious chanting song still

enticing the soul into her somber entwine as the mind

beheld the vision of a greatly anticipated embrace.

“Madeline,” whispered the voice from the lips and the

heaving breast, even though the demon of enchantment still

stood before the body only to smile it's smile of successful

capture, it's eternal grasp of mortal soul.

Still no response, no hint of knowledge that the nymph

was aware of the body that stood concealed behind the

door. That jaded nymph, that hazed damned jaded nymph,

but the mind was innocent.....innocent of the judgment and

the desire thrust upon it born from the might of the

demon....and the lust of the flesh.

The lust of the flesh now blinded those mortal eyes and

the wisdom to discern that lay within the depths of the

mind. The might of scorned desire now swelled within the

breast....the increased racing of the the heart, the sweating

of the hands, and the tainted sweat of the arms that stained

and corrupted the silk shirt of the body.....

“Madeline,” whispered the parting lips on the wind,

but now with more compulsion, more desire. She rose from

the bedside, her body turning toward the one that stood

behind the door, her eyes now meeting those eyes, her pale

face and blood red lips smiled....a smile of compelling

desire. Her breath blew her enchanted whisper into the

stirring wind.


Her mind knew not nor cared not about the demon

who once stood before her, nor did it recall her beckoning

the forces of darkness. Her pallid hands rose toward her

neck as her feet seemed to glide toward the gently opening

door. Softly, ever so softly, her glittering satin dress gently

glided from her breasts, now gliding upon her hips, and

finally onto the floor at her gentle feet. Her nude body

eased it's way into the embrace of the mortal who now

stood in the opened doorway.

The door now closed by itself behind him, this mortal,

and his lips hungrily embraced those lipstick covered lips

of that wanton angel of the damned. His heart now knew

no resistance, the lure of her poison was that of the

belladonna rose, the euphoria, the phantasm and thrill of

the spite of the demon's presence. The eyes of

the mortal gazed about, but the demon had vaporized and

the mind sought to push the facts of what it so clearly

beheld into the closet of deep repression. This nymph, this

jaded, scorned angel of the damned, singing her

mesmerizing song, compelling his feet and his heart

forward into her tainted embrace.

She spoke of love, behold, she spoke of commitment;

she spoke only of her soul commitment to him, her

forsaking of the past and all others with it! In the mind of

the mortal he knew that simply by being in that very place

he was sealing his own fate, the fate of his future, the fate

even of his parent's contentment and joy, that elderly joy of

completion and fulfillment;......but he could not resist the

euphoria...the pleasures....the thrill that he at times so

craved and never quite satisfied. Not so much the thrill of

disobeying the rules of the preordained, but the thrill of

experience, the thrill of just living the mortal's life in a

secular world, and simply making the best out of it.

Her house was a nest of jaded angelic bliss, of nymphs

uninhibited, of those of whom were damned but lived the

sacred bliss of ignorance. That dreaded phantom, that angel

of death, had seized up her father on the very day of her

birth....or at least the one whom she was told had conspired

to give her birth.

Her mother knew no limitations, had made no

commitments, and contented her self in the trance of herbs

and fruitless pondering. She sold the herb of the ancients,

and the pleasures of the flesh for a healthy farthing of gold,

or necklace of precious pearl, or ring of gem or diamond

decorate'. She bore no limitations, and so those of whom

had delighted in her company were compelled to repeat the

enchantment, the tingle of the crying delight.

The crash of the clear sapphire beach, the cool rise of the

heavenly smokey hollows, the taste of the virgin agave, was

all theirs simply by the asking; the sands of the warm island

shores.....all for the simple asking and with no hesitations.

Yes..... the demon was a skillful trapper!

All the while she whispered of love and eternal

adoration, that jaded nymph from tarnished mansion glory.

All around were mesmerized, hypnotized by the power of

her spell. The glitter of her gold silenced any who knew the

truth, and intimidated any of whom attempted to inquire.

By the riverside we walked for hours, speaking of time

well spent, of future plans. My mind attempted to chastise

my heart and my poor soul, but my heart would never

listen to the urgent warning.... though the demon appeared

right beside us, giving us his dark blessing. Though my

eyes beheld it, but only to compel my mind to push it

inside the dark closet once again. When my eyes glanced

up from our nebulous embrace, the apparition had

vanished once again. His task was well done, our fate well

secured in his clutch.

In the holy temple she spoke of saintly acts, giving

chastisement unto those of whom had so blatantly violated

the sacred regulations of the preordained. Her lips spoke

only of acts in the name of kindness, in the sacred name of

holiness, betraying no defilement in the company of secular

men. Those among the holy delighted in her

she hugged the she spoke kind words unto the

diseased elderly and those of whom humanity ignored and


Behold she did give homage unto the holy cross,

curtseying, bowing in humble sacrilege, kissing, caressing

that most sacred of books while singing hymns of praise

unto the glorious one on high. In daylight among the

mortals she did praise with ardor and solemn vigor,

clutching that most holy of holy books with her right

hand....and with the drop of the sun, that dreaded demon

of the damned in her left who gave her his own instruction

for her part in his diabolical stratagem.

Our walks facing the rising sun gave limitless delight as

we strolled about near sand and sea, speaking of glory

found in the past, and of our pleasure in ambition toward

the future. We both had our plans, and our plans were to

merge as one, each benefactor unto the other, giving

encouragement when there was none to be found, giving

new life to perishing aims when it seemed that there was no

longer hope.

As we lay face to face on those distant sands of our

hearts delight, each gazing deeply into the others soul, the

spirit of discovered fortune seizing the lacy boundaries of

her soul... and that dreaded demon of misfortune and

despair seizing mine. Oh how sly he was indeed, so sly that

I was to never know until the last....that very last when all

was lost to eternity.

Oh, that angelic nymph, Madeline, thou enchanting fairy

of my soul, thou grasping child of perceived innocence,

thou trickster unto the masses untold. Though my mind is

embroiled in a colossal struggle with my body, still I try

with all my might.....I cannot resist, I cannot win, my

fortune is doomed to lay among those lost. Behold, there is

only this fleeting moment! I hold it, and only it, in my

perpetual cringing grasp. Let all the earth here me! She is

mine, oh Madeline, and I have her here.....right now....!

On that blustery wind came the gifts from venerates

untold. There was fine wine, splendid bourbon, silk, lace

and satin. My senses tingle from the spell of frankincense,

myrrh, tincture of opiates, brass, and watches of gold. Unto

Madeline, thou saint of the moonlight still, only to be

betrayed by the light of the day....But of thee I love all of thy of the demon by your

bedside....that demon who seeks to plunder my life and my

soul, binding me into the raging fires for all future

posterity! Behold, thou Madeline, my mind knows thy

secret plot, but my enchanted heart embraces thou

still...never to let go, not even by a pleading mother's

beckoning call.

It was on the dreary twenty third of December, I so

distinctly remember, that we made our way unto that

decor-ant rose covered temple. It was immaculate, the

blooms of holy spring time filled the majestic air with their

life giving sweet scents. The spell was cast, the die now

tossed, and my body, my dear heart and soul, knew no

retreat; only my mind was left to yell. But my feet traveled

anyway, my hand grasped her plush hand, graciously

taking it unto my bosom as we walked down that blessed


Soon we stood before the masses, facing the majestic

elder who gave us his honored blessing as we stood before

the eternal spirit receiving his permission, hoping that he

will only touch us as we speak the venerated vow. She

wore the white of cherished purity.......she wore the coveted

veil of chastity.....she gazed forth into my very eyes

promising to honor her words for all eternity. She stood

before the masses speaking her forlorn words of honor and

total commitment, and they standing as her eternal


So I placed that ring upon her finger.....that eternal

endless bind, only to symbolize our commitment and the

pledge of our hallowed cherished oath.....She was mine,

eternally mine, and we sealed our pact with that fatal kiss,

that kiss of immortal commitment, both in body and in


We rode away into bliss, into sanctified euphoria, into

the arms of each other, across the deep blue sea into hidden

lands afar. We chose a castle on a lone hillside by the sea as

our abode, intending to live in endless harmony.

The days turned into nights, and the new days into

weeks and months, and soon our joys were multiplied by

the happy cry of our new son. He was all of my joy and my

pride rolled up tightly into a single unit, my true love, my

eternal life and her's alike. Yea, our joys were like no other

to be told, there just is no true picture that any mortal

words can describe....

Oh Madeline... it has now been seven long years, and

where is your heart today? In the disgusting arms of the

demon, is it he of whom has always held you in his sway?

Oh my Madeline, what about our time together, our travels

and our good times? What about those bad times that life is

so wrought with, when we stood by each other to give

strength and counsel when they came our way? What about

our son, our glorious son, who bears a head of flowing gold

and the wisdom of the saints?

Hark ye, mind knows thy secret lusts.....I saw

thy treasured gifts....the gold watch, the satin clothes, and

the host of Teddy bears! Though my heart refuses my eyes,

my mind can still behold the truth...Oh Madeline! Must you

sell yourself to the No you did not, your

betrayal was in the very worst of ways! I know the filthy

beggar...I beheld his repulsive sable arms in your embrace!

You never knew I was there, did you? Oh Madeline, you

not only betrayed my faith, but what about the faith of our

son? Did you not ever consider him?

My hands opened the sacred book and my eyes beheld

the honored instruction, my mind then knew just what it

had to do. My feet walked up, my face now smiling it's

smooth emotionless smile. My hands then seized her by her

sallow throat.... from some unknown avenue sprang that

cherished blade....that ever so thin a cherished blade...!

Mine eyes never beheld the act, but my bare legs felt the

steamy heat of her oozing blood as it ran down my right

thigh, only to puddle upon the ice cold stone floor.

Oh my Madeline, what has thou now done? You have

forced me to act in honored vengeance, to restore the sacred

virtue of family and name, and that of our son as well.

These walls have witnessed the act, behold, and the spirits

bear the secret to tell. Oh Madeline, the choice that you left

me was to forgo it, and the truth you'll never tell.

I drudgingly pulled her corpse into the wood, into that

most secret of brush enshrouded clearings. I then

proceeded to slice the flesh from the bone, then the bone

from the ligaments. I completed the dreadful act in some

thirty minutes, or maybe even less. Just as soon as the deed

was completed the pigs came a running, hungrily ravishing

all of the bloody flesh and the bone, soon not even the earth

itself bore no trace.

But the months passed... and I hold not Madeline, no

not in honor nor disgrace. Oh Madeline, what hast thou

now done, to go from here forever in eternal dishonor and

disgrace? How could you cause such pain to our son, did

you not even consider how this might affect him? I now

damn you into eternal flame and degradation, be consumed

by your sins forever more......!

They then came for me, my ears beheld their heavy

knocks, my heart raced when they rammed in my solid

oaken door. They have found me, I know not how. Did the

pigs tell? Did some slight speck of blood on the forest floor?

Did the spirits who witnessed the crime? Mine eyes beheld

the blue of their dress, my wrists felt the clasping bite of

their cuffs.... and they snatched me away into the somber

mist, casting my quivering body upon the cold stone floor

of my dungeon tomb.

So I stand tall here on a towering scaffold of new oak,

awaiting my turn at the fall. As they placed my head into

that scratching, itching loop of hemp, mine eyes beheld the

demon who had engineered this diabolical scheme, and my

ears beheld his heavy roaring laugh just before I fell.

Oh Madeline..... just what hast thou now done..., only to

damn the flesh into the dust of the earth, and the eternal

soul from heaven's radiant sun!

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