Regent Sie

(Lhiannan Sidhe:) “These wooden faces be the sole witness of my vow As I midst clutching fingertips promise that Godfearing Man If dared entered here Will lie! …Lie …Die! Yet more than a meal to dine I need Man’s essence as my concubine Content in a lie will be the King and I” (Narrating:) Upon the lands came great misfortune In the shape of One lesser God and Those days have passed since long it seems Since this One God came forth in form Of a book in hand of a King undone Unless his faith deprived the some Ninehundredthousand acres Their by birth heretic pride And when this doctrine practised Not its’ preach but slew all Infidels to teach of riddles Gospels and of denials Then little choice in store There lie for divinities And all the elder deities But to be exiled - in chains led To woods they vowed to keep From Man to tread Now in this land of Darkened Moors Where the gilded plains meet ghostland shores Did a curse strike Him Who crowned had been One Dark Goddess Had plotted schemes of Own So now the Kings all… Fall asleep Every year as summersolstice draws near Come the hour of midnight so deep In slumbers sting of bittersweet A kiss to last nights of seven And never will a King be free As long as Men in God believe And as the years they pass The Kings all grow obsessed at last (thinking:) Breaching eastern borderlines Will reclaim the honour Of the Royal line At least this is His agenda told To march straight to Hell For the folly of his soul For Gods of Old Them ghostwoods hold By means untold And mortal Man’s bound to here Die And so it all begins With the death of one King Who first repents ‘pon a life well spent Having failed them woods to breach Where the Old deities hide These the last in a heathen line Still William seems content With the years well spent And with all that he leaves his only son …Yes Simeon’s time is now come (William of Kroue:) …my son …my son (Narrating:) And when life spans at best Past a mere moment the rest of ages Seems far too long for to be spent pondering O’er the fate of a son, indeed Left weeping by his bed This son so faithful, still mislead (William of Kroue:) O Simeon Weak be thine heart just as mine And you will learn as I The true worth of the lie If thou only knew what I now know I’m sure thou wouldst be Neither proud nor bold But biding your time in the shadows Knowing too well what hides In patience that resides (Narrating:) But as this King dies His words escape him in flight And as for this Simeon Son of the baptized King Not a single word was heard and thus Yet another page is turned In the poisonous bloodline that burns Veins of a pawned King battling old ways Will remain unbroken And he will come to understand That Mortal Man and the King In flesh thrives best when laid at rest Under heathen bloodred wings Now as nay word can shape Nor breath escape lips turned cold and grey So must Simeon bound by oath begin His journey to rid Man of Sin And with his Good Book Tightly pressed to chest A princely King seeks solace In his foreign Gods crest But this solace comes hard When one’s been dealt this card To all alone shoulder Land and Curse With the sole companion of only his own wit And as the rain falls hard outside And the stone cold quarters where he hides Are cold and damp, ’tis like a prison cell (Simeon Kroue:) “Oh well, this is mine Lot… (…This is mine Lot)” (Narrating:) And so biblical pages turn In the shimmering light Yet all the letters blur They barely show words anymore (Simeon Kroue:) Why to me they reveal nothing In this my hour of need Is unbeknownst to me (…Unbeknownst to me) (Narrating:) Bolted doors in the castle halls And all those marbled faces staring blindly into air Still here one fair shape tiptoes 'tween each pair With grace she carefully makes her way Up stairs slithering winding up to where The boy King now in grief resides Oh now the time is truly ripe! Tis an eerie Royal house Her heart thumps fast and quite aroused This maid does close her eyes and smiles 'Tis true, the men of the cloth Would surely her flesh gladly burn Should they ever of her intentions learn And how them dark arts of them Elder Gods Resides here behind these walls In the heart of one whom this King wards In a heart untainted by the Lord The castle sleeps it truly breathes And she is here to free the beast The smell of his reeking Gospel reading from inside She has to close her eyes...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

(Narrating:) Time is ripe, the King's inside Mildred knocks twice, then enters To a room of golden ventures (Mildred Silfver:) "My King are you there? 'Tis me, thine maid to care For thine needs I will attend Devoted, lovingly - Thine friend... ...Are thou not pleased of what thou seest? Does thou ne'er lust for the kin as fair as me? Oh yes, want what thou seest... And hear my voice Thou willst give in to me" (Narrating:) Leaves of rose in a room of gold 'Pon sheets bloodred the witchcraft'll soon unfold He tries not to give way to her charms And not to take sweet refuge in her arms But then her velvet dress falls Virginal flesh and those wicked words Meet eye to eye as the maid she lures This gullable boy holding little sway To this this one well perfumed maid Soaked well in the craft of an Elder Breed Appears saved though as her planted seed Of deception grows The trespasser... ...Oh, She knows And she caresses his baptized skin She is an angel come Save them white wings To see her stand there The monarch of the land fears That the wine she pours A poisonous draught be Would he die, should he drink too deep? Still her words speak bliss And her voice is so sweet The King be torn 'tween the good book And what's on offer this night Pale skin and glowing eyes Alluring silk flickering in dim light Oh this dark witchery The craft used by an Elder Breed Is used here to serve heretic needs Not great in this day of age is this Foreplay in service of bitter chastity The offered wine in silver cup Not much unlike communion (Simeon of Kroue:) "Oh to feel this Be I the first one parched with thirst? Still by servitude she's mine and I sip once and drink it all up" (Narrating:) ...Dire is the poison kiss And so the very next day the maid returns And the King stays feeble willed And soon the rule of the land seem governed Tweet sheets soiled by his essence spilled And thus the days pass swiftly with little time Spent nurturing else than his hunger for her wine Sublimely unaware summersolstice draws near This King who steers his helm of soul Far from the God he has come to know Finds all the solace he needs in this maid Indeed, as days pass by come summer ripened And seeds sown are but wed and owned And the fable begins where virtue ends Now his bed be made through a maid he wed And the tears shed lessens the pain Now this is the Day of Retribution!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

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MY BLOOD: The air is so cold And the woods remain black And on that path that split the dark Steps one shape on track Well the King knows not which way to go As he stumbles forth on tender toes (Simeon of Kroue:) Oh to feel so much in the arms of but a mere... ...Dream is mine lot Yet tread this path I have not Though I've known This day was to come I ne'er pictured anything here Quite as evil, yet fair Pure in it's wickedest form Sleep is mine lot Sleep is my everlasting Eternal lot WIT: 'Tis not this dream though That sets my heart pounding But the uneasy chill in the air That is hounding my wit... One is callin me - Beckoning Oh, I cannot see Whose voice I hear much deeper midst them trees In the mist and dark There's someone lurking, waiting for me... So this is where he who is crowned of my kin yearly goes Through thickets and mist atop roots bent and twisted This is but so intoxicating As I make my way on that path crude and winding So heed me as I walk proud With none here by my side I am trapped within bitter bloodties While still back in the castle I lie! Then the woods clear and the woodwife I see I suppose she is the one calling me here ...Oh yes Will come the Dawn after seven days passed And the sand seems imprisoned In one half of the hourglass Now that crowned am I, I cannot hide Biding my time in the shadows Nor will I hail this Demoness As a just and truthful Queen... ...She ensnares my mind With spells of fair skin hair and flowers Yet I here in the vile regions of my mind Seem but strong enough to resist... This 'Tis not this sight though That sets my heart pounding But the voice I hear speaking in rhymes To ensnare my mind Oh she is truly godly, like none other And her fairness knows no bounds Still 'tis that servant lover Of this year gone by That within seems to hound This wit and mind of mine A trespasser in the ghostwoods am I 'Pon her seat of leaves And roots and branches The wench sits, yearns to dine On that royal line of my blood That ties me to her... SIMEONS MONOLOGUE: "It is truly a grand scheme to which one as I must commit, And 'tis the first time that this entity of the forest I now visit. Though I intend not to perish humbled in her arms And though I mindful must be so that I not entangled become, I seem somewhat compelled to see just what there might lie In store for a new king For one as godfearing as I"

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

MY BLOOD: The air is so cold And the woods remain black And on that path that split the dark Steps one shape on track Well the King knows not which way to go As he stumbles forth on tender toes (Simeon of Kroue:) Oh to feel so much in the arms of but a mere... ...Dream is mine lot Yet tread this path I have not Though I've known This day was to come I ne'er pictured anything here Quite as evil, yet fair Pure in it's wickedest form Sleep is mine lot Sleep is my everlasting Eternal lot WIT: 'Tis not this dream though That sets my heart pounding But the uneasy chill in the air That is hounding my wit... One is callin me - Beckoning Oh, I cannot see Whose voice I hear much deeper midst them trees In the mist and dark There's someone lurking, waiting for me... So this is where he who is crowned of my kin yearly goes Through thickets and mist atop roots bent and twisted This is but so intoxicating As I make my way on that path crude and winding So heed me as I walk proud With none here by my side I am trapped within bitter bloodties While still back in the castle I lie! Then the woods clear and the woodwife I see I suppose she is the one calling me here ...Oh yes Will come the Dawn after seven days passed And the sand seems imprisoned In one half of the hourglass Now that crowned am I, I cannot hide Biding my time in the shadows Nor will I hail this Demoness As a just and truthful Queen... ...She ensnares my mind With spells of fair skin hair and flowers Yet I here in the vile regions of my mind Seem but strong enough to resist... This 'Tis not this sight though That sets my heart pounding But the voice I hear speaking in rhymes To ensnare my mind Oh she is truly godly, like none other And her fairness knows no bounds Still 'tis that servant lover Of this year gone by That within seems to hound This wit and mind of mine A trespasser in the ghostwoods am I 'Pon her seat of leaves And roots and branches The wench sits, yearns to dine On that royal line of my blood That ties me to her... SIMEONS MONOLOGUE: "It is truly a grand scheme to which one as I must commit, And 'tis the first time that this entity of the forest I now visit. Though I intend not to perish humbled in her arms And though I mindful must be so that I not entangled become, I seem somewhat compelled to see just what there might lie In store for a new king For one as godfearing as I"

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

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'Neath the fiery red heavens And a breath of mist in the air And further below Lies this One Sister in Sin Enshrouding a boy King Now Simeon be caught In a Woodwomans kiss This fiend so fair In her floral spun hair She who feasts with joy On the baptized Manflesh Of the Royal bloodline Once a year in summertime Oh she ascends to dine... ... With a pair of utter starving eyes! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "He is mine to keep for as long as he sleeps 'Tis the curse of his kin for swapping doctrine... ...And ne'er has Man been nor will this King E'er to the Sin of me! ...be deaf... And these Rhymes of Old!" "Do succumb to me... ...Little man Fear not my name... Oh see me" (Narrating:) Under darkened twigs - Grasping fingertips Poisonous bloodred lips flutter O'er words barely uttered A manity deformed be To the likes of a manwhore He is hers to keep for as long as he sleeps ...Still Seeng his eyes Looking straight back at her (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (oh why is there) (a veil 'fore this man so frail) (Narrating:) Indeed it is strange And he is really not yielding at all! His cold dead eyes denies this Fallen One (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "SON OF WILLIAM are you immune to sin? And may I not claim thine heart?" (Narrating:) And so to the host Bereft of those toasts in blood It becomes quite clear; Another wench is at play here! (Lhiannan Sidhe:) "What witch could there be Who practices my arts? What foul wench is there who already by witchcraft owns that heart? Thus having had Me! The goddess - the woodwife Plunge into this bitter doubt for that boy ...that King ...That King who by all rights Should have given in to me Yes even if I so would desire Should have been mine to keep But now I can do little else Than release him from sleep Unravished Unspoiled Utterly unhumiliated!" Things were never meant to turn out this way In such utter disgrace What else to fathom is there Once having that stare beheld than that There this day I my share of unfair Rejection was here subject to so dear My retaliation... Is due Paralized, Stigmatized Yet I know it's not for me I plunge into this heartache And I believe it's but time for me to leave And to avenge myself (Simeon of Kroue:) "Is this all there is to the curse of Kings?" (Narrating:) And so there's little else for Demonessa - Dark Goddess who fell To do than to release him to the shell Of his body that awaits him still in his castle Will this be the end of that little splinter That remain - a sole link in a winter Of discontent and broken chains 'Tween her and Man With whom she needs to lay To still her very thirst What is left for her now If not the curse applies here Than reclaim that which is hers Avenge herself And kill that witch at first sight (Lhiannan Sidhe:) She who dares to humiliate me By not letting me breed Instead letting me see Only that which I need not know Here - I will remain the fool... But to leave here... Then there's only one thing left to do!

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

There is told a tale Of Days of Old Of a Demon Queen who bled From a Heart of Gold For a Man but Mortal A man of the Cross Though her kin had been exiled Because Man was now lost When so much dismay now lay 'pon Mans head Perhaps 'twas pity, yes pity 'tis said For how she viewed with eyes of favour upon her foe could be but grasped by none And so she did glance through the Dark twigs of her wooden cell 'pon the meadows outside and a man in Mans Hell For days at an end for months and for years she did spy at this man crying, shedding his tears ...And she invited him in She had every reason as good as any of the Gods to hate Man But to his manlike charms she had already succumbed But a man cannot live where the Old Gods now reigned And a Queen of the old ways as a deity remains in the dark woods as prisoner for the sake of Mans faith She knew forgiveness would not come should she invite him again Still a goddess is a goddess and the craft that she wields can even make mortal an exiled deity And though shunned by her own kin she truly would be she would also be gifted with the blessing to be free And yes the goddess did leave them woods to never again return For the curse of a mortal life is that death one day is earned But only after her sister had stolen by right the three bloodred tears she had shed that same night The tears held that glimmering red immortal life. Like bottled and capped in three crystallike vials And the craft how to cast these forbidden six spells by her sister - the other Queen was stolen as well

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

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SPELLS OF SIX AND TEARS OF THREE: (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Spells of six for them tears of three And thee - King of Man Will now know the wrath of me The Dark Queen can steal Just as any wench of your own Apparently did from me Still parted be I from divinity for thine sake to break free! I cast the first spell to rid me of thirst Then I spit out the second, third, forth ...and the fifth And the very last as but a mere hiss... 'Tis a craft shared within my own sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) (Narrating:) Once I have the last drop of blood wept (With great ease the words fleed her twisted tounge) What might lie for one of my kind indeed (And the rhymes all lured out of her) In wait I swear to avenge my pride (Every drop of the life that never by the passing of time) In shape of mortal - human flesh (Can be but dried now rebirth lie and here...) I will linger not in spells (In shape of mortal human shell) Still as my essence parted from within (Still as her divinity parted from within) I become free to leave (She becomes free to leave...) (Narrating:) To flee these ghostwoods A mere shadow of her sister she's thus become But wiser still since there's none To know or see what's now been done Soon she will know a day to return (Lhiannan Sidhe:) Now that the words have fled my tounge Spoken have been the last spells I have the last notes to the tune sung And felt my life too well, slithering through my veins Escaping as agony pulled the reins The first to the last Spells I in secrecy cast Rolled off my tounge and out my eyes In forms of tears but thrice Their glimmering as testament should suffice (Narrating:) Lo and behold there in the palm of her hand Three in numbers all her own And then the three for her sisterhood (Lhiannan Sidhe:) I will tie them six gems on a string round my neck And I will leave here to find what fate is to bring me And as I one day will return I will know what they told MISSFORTUNE: (Narrating:) Unfathomed by all is this In this a day in the prime of winter As angry snowflakes hurl themselves In a frenzy towards a sinner caught Now shackled in the townsquare By the log pierced with a single arrow Be this winged demon mocked Oh how bitterly mortality feels As the feeble strength of man now For exceeds her very own Having fallen by the hands of a drone These days in short supply comes surely not A fate grinning towards mans evil lot And now assembled are they Men of the cloth, men who pray One priest stands tall midst them all Proclaiming boldly this fallen angel Cast into the cellar and the fiery pits of hell Is to be and to redeem (The Clergy of the Cross:) There can be no doubt to kill this evil We are true if we're burning her at the stake And therefore with the Lords prayer I say we indeed should revel in this day For know this well - This devils belle Ascent here must be sent to hell And tenfold be but the reward Should this task be performed And to the Lord... ...be sent this the Devils whore In the manner true to our banner Fire burns the sinner And the pit'll claim with a grin her soul And so it is done Make haste now this one Must ne'er know of things else Than the suffering of her own Hell Bestowed only pain Here in dungeons remain Until we will see fit To 'pon pyre give back The Devil his sick ...Breed! RIBBONS: (Narrating:) As the light grows Dim again that night Mildred now Queen of All Wets fingers and kills the light She quenches one small flame With one hand while within the feebled King She gently feeds the embers of all their sins She is there like a splinter in his mind His sweetest dreams now plagued By vile contempt and hat for his own kin So he shuts the doors to with her sin again And he secludes himself He stores gods book high upon his shelf And the priesthood suddenly seems to be Like from evil spawned And all this he sees Oh its hard how he never knew before And as this King now falls asleep on this night The maid made Queen ascends to go somewhere And to attend someone-else Clothed in ribbons, the need to be For her to the King all that he desires Now she dresses herself And slips out of the room

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

(Narrating:) This maid of the King Walks down them stairs Winding down to those dark damp lairs With him - The King tucked in, sleeping She lifts her skirt, then tiptoes by those Flickering shadows Dancing from her hand held light And there behind them cold black bars Sits One whom she feels drawn towards This Fairy Queen caught By the meadows and brought here... (Mildred of Kroue:) Ohh... She truly is a blessing in disguise (And soon revenge will be mine) (Narrating:) Yet the lack of sympathy within Proves where her loyalty lay With a filthy deity Locked to the damp walls of the lair (it does not) How does one really address Such an enemy anyway? A foe by blood red unknowingly To the femme now entered here To think the demoness, and noone less That but one of her own blood is here She unties her tounge and speaks: (Mildred of Kroue:) "Do not fear welcome my dear" Demonessa here in Hell Who you are I know far to well (Narrating:) The goddess with only weakness left Does raise her head to face her guest (Mildred of Kroue:) Yet a stranger in thine eyes am I And stranger still I can't see why How One who steals her sisters tears The same path walk after thirty years Yes I am of your own blood And I know by heart what you have done I am but one spawned 'tween worlds Come here to mock with words (...And still my thirst) Each moment passing I do fear Is a loss for retribution here Now that thine grace and divinity Be shunned by those who prayed to thee One could believe thine be the fate 'Pon stake be burned as witch of late Yet I could never let to pass A moment like this to avenge the past But now to satiate your thirst for knowledge And to tell the tale Of a mother nailed 'tween worlds Who gave her every inch To a man who gave back nothing And a theft of tears by her sister Here in my hands shivering in fear But three times two the way I see Half of them belongs to me Though I am in truth of your blood And this the craft is both of ours to wield To offer a truce means nothing to me Now that the true enemy Apparently folds to my every whim (...As I pull his strings) So tell me what's left to do Than me killing you now? "No I won't spare you now" And then the day of her fate then came - My mother As the priest revealed his face The true face of a man - My father who one day would take The life of his woodwife When his faith was at stake Before the killing he did bide his time Bitterly pondering pon the worth Of having a wife unchristianized By the back of hand he beat his wife For years before he took her life And all this came to pass for your betrayal For without three tears She could do nothing but stay With her immortal essence kept out of grasp She took me as her adept and I learned All of what I am, (who you are) And what I was supposed to do ...Should I meet you! "Vengeance will be ours By blade our honour must give us justice" My mother married him The mortal man of the cross And I alone was the child she loved ...And then lost For Man is truly dark at heart Ever has it been that Man can grasp Beyond his hate - his poisoned mind Forever to live believing himself benine Man is truly dark at heart Ever to grasp Beyond his hate And for that he pays But now it's time for you to die too! To appease me And my mother God rest her soul "...I speak the truth This is the hour of no truce!" WHEN GODS OF OLD BE GODS IN KIN THEN GODS IN CHAINS ATONED SOON BE THINE SINS (Narrating:) Thus spake this maid made Queen Her words meant to seal her "lords" fate Redeemed be another wrong doing Now at last made right This time 'tis so by stealing the foes life

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

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(Lhiannan Sidhe:) "King Do not fear me I only ask of you to hear me now I take my leave dear King Free be but both of us By the blood now spilled"

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

(Narrating:) The foul stench of the dying kin Neath grasping fingers, wooden grins Be washed clean again is she Dark mother smothered Come this hour She knows better Now from man To stay unfettered Undeathly spirit enters again Yet she knows not to the hours spent avenge If the King can keep his word Then man will forever rule in His world The One God of the One King Is the One step To the end of All things

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

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(Lhiannan Sidhe:) ...Dear King ...My Simeon Sin Regents of this land Whose forefathers all came As did William, to Me by free will From the very first day That I gave my promise Of a prize so dearly sought for By the likes of those Who toil 'neath yoke of death And given it freely have I to any man Who ventures here into my lands To still my thirst, my desires my lusts This curse is only a chance for trust Each year that trust doth grow and so When all is said and done the regents know That when a church preys Upon all that is weak And has grown too strong For Kings so meak Then ne'er can be told Of the prize that's given 'Lest he cares to by stake die As heretic - be deemed a sinner He'd rather crawl upon knee Knowing within reach Rebirth lie, everlasting life Once in battle he dies as a King And none is there alive So he plays the part of a noble King While in truth is agenda is only to bring A plot even closer The deception to thieve himself A life of undying kind So from father to son I have tasted them all And they have given me that which I needed and more For the prize of into eternity be reborn Man falls rather swiftly from King to whore "Yes, this my dear is the true worth of the lie A royal bloodline who sells land, faith And their very own flesh for mere prospects of life Unending as that of mine..." This blessing be cloaked in a curse of a king Tis at an end come solstice ne'ermore will your kin Be called upon to share with me the sweetest of sins "(For you see) I now know I loathe mankind" A Goddess of pleasure with this revelation of mine That Mans flesh serves as little else than a meal to dine Has little cause to live much less remain here In a world utterly soaked in denial and fear And since You ilk of Man desire so well To wish for your heaven while living in Your hell And pray to a God from a far foreign land Be granted is now thine wish And left to die be mankind!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

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