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
direction...in 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 walk...one 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 compulsion....as 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
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 moment....in 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 presence..as
she hugged the children...as 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
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
still....in-spite of thy jade.......in-spite 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
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, now....my 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 wealthy.....no? 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!