cassiel-moore
American
I am a writer of poetry and prose with a very dark sense of humor, but a love of all things fantasy. I was born in September which happens to be my favorite time of year. I am very picky about the books that I read even though I love to read them. I hold a special place in my heart for Stephen King and Edgar Allen Poe. So please join me in my dark world. Take my hand and I'll lead you through, but don't scream, because that's when the real monsters come out. / / ~Cassiel Moore
The Dragon came and took me away
Stole me from the pain of day
Around my waist, his claws he wrapped
To pull me close to his chest
Heart to heart, breast to breast
He flew into the night, moonlight on his back
I am the Princess, Keeper of light
He held me close as he leapt to flight
I was to be his
A slave of his passion
To me he promised no compassion
But one glance at his soul, I knew
That his vicious words were untrue
As he threw me down upon the bed
The furthest thought in my mind was dread
I looked into the Dragon’s eyes
And saw the glory that he could be
I craved the romance I could clearly see
Hiding behind his hardened scowl
He let out a cry of love in a vicious howl
The night progressed
With my Dragon on my chest
I found myself never to be a slave
Rather a Keeper to the heart he gave me
My Dragon’s soul I wish to save
The Dragon has stolen my heart
From him I do not wish to part
I am this Dragon’s Keeper
I can feel the pain of his broken heart, his soul I need to mend
With my light I will tend
To his every wound he will let me near
My darling Dragon, you have nothing to fear
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:48 PM UTC
She stood on the old wooden platform with tears in her eyes
So many virgins had been taken from here
For centuries The Dragon has come
Father said, It is to protect the village
To her it was a death sentence
In truth, it was
With her white dress fluttering in the harsh wind
A black spot became visible on the horizon
He was here
To scoop her up and take her to his cave
Never to be seen again
Her vision blurred into black nothingness
As his claws closed around her midsection
The Dragon dropped his prize on the array of pillows he kept for them
He knew what she was thinking
The Dragon always felt so guilty for the women he took
Yet he couldn’t help it, he thought as his claws touched down on the caves cold floor
With a cry of pain his long demonic dragon body receded
Until only the form of a naked man remained
Baring only long raven black hair and two vertical scars on his back
And a braided thong around his neck holding his pendant of Light
Striking gold eyes shown in the darkness of the night
She would be his
Willingly this time
He was tired of the life he had lead
A sigh of arousal brought him back to the here and now
The Dragon turned to face his new bride with black wings unfurled
“Hello Andrea,” he smiled feeling his hunger rise to his throat
She looked at him astonished
“Christopher?”
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC
The reverend looked upon his charge with a smile
It was a false smile, but one needed
She stood before him screaming for acceptance
But his faith did not allow
One of her kind to be placed in the herd
Yet he would not allow
Such scrutiny among his flock
Reverend Loki looked upon his charge
Filling his need for human release to be fed
Quickly he suppressed it
He was no longer that God
One of lust and lies
Tricks
Yes, tricks were another matter
The God of Tricks was not done
He took his case to his superiors
And with a few tricks he kept this girl safe
She was his flock now
He hugged her as tears fell down her face
He handed her a new set of clothes and put her to work
The Trickster was still causing chaos
For humans rather than gods
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC
Fear turning to sweat
As it drips down my face
Her eyes like daggers, clutching at my child
Upon her face is the rotten core
Of a cold hearted contempt
‘For what I have worked so hard to give birth to,
She scoffs at what is before her
Such a useless, untalented thing
She mutters
The criticism of my baby is almost more than I can bear
And yet as I hold back the tears,
Those threaten to drench my face
I look once more,
Into this demons eyes
Her vicious glamour has lifted
And there stands a woman who once gave birth to me
Holding the papers I have given birth to
Her devil hearted criticisms pierce my heart
But once I truly look at her,
And see what a pathetic
Old thing she has become
I take the papers back
And smile
For the demon in my path means nothing
My words mean more than hers
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:46 PM UTC
Dear little children
It’s a scary world
Filled with monsters in suits
And demons that look like you and I
But do not fear little ones
For not all is evil
The rain that takes away recess, washes away the destruction
That others cause
A simple kiss from you to your mother
Gives her more happiness than all the money in the world
Life is not all war and pain
It can be sweet like rain
Or as warm as the sun on a rose
Life is beautiful
You can find it in a smile
Or the kind deeds that a stranger might bring
As he holds open the door for a mother with her child’s stroller
The world is beautiful
So do not get too caught up
In all the trials of everyday life
Take your time
Life will always flow
But if you do not stop to smell the roses
Then life will pass you by
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
From the comfortable chair that I sit
Watching the rain as it falls
Do I realize just how the brilliantly dreary sky
Meets the moments in my life
With such abandon that they kiss
The memories of lovers past
Quarrels of the forgotten
Have marked my soul broken
Yet the tenderness of a simple kiss
Is enough to make the rain become sweet
As opposed to the bone chilling
Wind the rips through my coat
And forces a shiver from my form
I will not let my past define me.
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
I forgive you for being controlling
Vicious, cold and un-ruling
Because I know you can’t help it
You make life a living hell
For those around you
Who try to love you
But despise you
And you can’t help it
I see the control of your words
Fading the more your mouth opens
You are self-obsessed
Thinking others’ lives are yours
You cannot understand the concept
Of “Think before you speak.”
Not because you are not capable
No
There is nothing wrong with your mind
But I forgive you
Because despite your age
And who you are
You can’t control the way you act
…. Or is it that you won’t
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
Men
How ashamed am I to be considered one
We brag about our strength
And yet all the bragging has brought is pain
No man can accept another’s definition of life
Therefore blood must be shed
Man cannot share this world with anything less
Than a ***** and a taste for *******
It is a shame that I am one
Men have poured blood over land
That could have easily been shared
And placed severed heads on stakes
Their prize?
They’re truly disgusting
In their history
Even now there are fights
Over who said what and why
No man can ever be understood
Because none are listening
It is because of them I am ashamed to be a man
So instead
I shall be a fish
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
Hay un dragón cera de mi corazón
There is a dragon by my heart
Quien hizo una noche una obra de arte
Who made one night a work of art
Sus palabras de miel todavía suenan en mis oídos
His words of honey still ring in my ear
Como si estuviera todavía aquí
As if he were near
A pesar de que hay un centenar de kilómetros de distancia
Though he’s a hundred miles away
Parte de el simper permancera
Part of him will always stay
Incrustado en mi piel
Imbeded in my skin
Todavía mi Corazón tiene que ganar
Still my heart he has to win
Este dragón es el guardián de mi luz
This dragon is the keeper of my light
A partir de un simple día que hizo en la noche
From a simple day he made into night
Que era la oportunidad que trajo este portero
It was chance that brought this keeper
En mi mente, esta hermosa criatura
Into my world, this beautiful creature
A mi dragón, tan cerca y tan lejos
My dragon, so close and yet so far
En mi corazón, que le dejo una cicatriz apasionada
Upon my heart, he left a passionate scar
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:42 PM UTC
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
‘For my end is not dread
It is for the finest of all that I go
And in the end you will know
That it is for the best
In a pine box I will rest
The days of fighting to avoid a sip
Of a liquid diet passing through my lips
Doctors said, His esophagus is shrinking
It left you upset and thinking
Of different ways to keep me alive
But is a pickle jar of medication away to survive?
I would try to speak my mind
Yet my mouth would **** it up, I find
That only a pen could I make you understand
What was going on with this man
They labeled me MR
But you never let them take it far
A home where staff loved me so
And yet, I never wanted you to go
Some said I was acting out
It was only because I couldn’t shout
That I missed you so dearly
It had been so long since I last saw you clearly
The violent shaking, they called a seizure
When all went dark I could see her
The angel that resembled you
She held me close to tell me I’m not through
I came back to make you see
That my diagnosis has always meant to be
So do not mourn me when I am dead
For my love for you I’ve always said
Has never reached any barrier in the life I have lead
In death I will lay in this bed
I love you forever mom
‘For only you can make my rapid heart calm
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC