"sithis" poems
We serve the one that is the father of sithis and the void
The master of what isnt and what is change.
For his dark embrace and loving shadows will keep me hidden
My warmth will come from his dead kiss
My life in service
For the Dread Father
She knows it all
She always know
And we do her biddings
She is the head of our body
We are the listener and four speakers
We are the thumb and fingers of her Black Hand
We serve you
Dear Night Mother
Our brothers and sisters
we are one
In the cloud of the fathers embrace
And in the time we all go to him
Brothers and sisters
What is the color of the night?
Sanguine, my brother
We are one
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
Sweet Mother,
Sweet Mother
Send your child unto me,
For the sins of the unworthy
Must be baptized in blood and fear.
Open your mind's ear, Listener
The Black Hand must grasp this sinner.
For sweet Mother, for our Brothers
We must make them all suffer.
Bathe in blood, and dance bare
Neath the moon's darkened glare,
Where we ensnare the foul creature
Drain her blood and then eat her.
O' Mephala, O' Sithis
Curse all of those that sin,
With the void of death's darkness.
Sealed with Mother's sweet kiss.
-SLuR
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 6:30 PM UTC