B E V S T S

I remember awakening at night from a sleep perplexed by what met me as I lied earthless to earthless, and again now as I shook the shroud of diamond dust all over my thoughts, and body parts, some. From Oblivion and into sight; those of that which was once forgotten all suddenly regained — what all already I knew.

I knew each compulsion which moves the weapons of my viced addiction to the eating of pure and impure emotions and the fruits of every sensation that only bloom in the evening.

I knew of what inspired my mourning discipline as to romanticize all the moments and sadistic blisses of my Life as a whole Tragedy; where unending didn’t exist and the hero dies in The first act.

And all the while I was in pursuit for a chaste similar in kind to my own, the rest of the world only sought for cataclysms; so all I could do in service to my hunger for love is offering comfort to distinguish tarts on their way down burning paths where I was forbidden to follow.

But, because of my diffused unlove and wisdom of the rule of pleasure, I acquired the art of building whole kingdoms in a single day, fascinated by their fascination, and how to manufacture their demolition by night. As they fell, fall and only the places to have ever known my touch; never to be lifted from the ruins — in my history. My memories.

There’s a time once when I spoke with every Star be held in high heaven and learned of their true names just as intimately as I knew the true identity of the Shapeshifter — yet none of this has ever been enough to deliver me from battles shore, or into dysheavenly thoughts, or mercy. Where I now, or then, spared from darker sentiments of immortality I may have led a gentler life lived longer, untouched by reckoning.

But then the Twilight of the Gods began.

After my Awakening; heavenly earthed, earthly heavened, dismantled, I was left alone to physician myself back to wellness as well as the Angels of virtue that were appointed to me at my birth who are now hospitalized from starvation and violences. All the while I could hear the pants, rants and ravings of men unsaved in the Demons’ tongue — and knew that their hearts, even mine, all belonged to the same symphony. And pain. Hungry.

So I fed them the forbidden delicacies toxic to an appetite — and yielded their restoration; my reward met in a measure of a kind. No, anyone that I love becomes just as curse as I myself have been cursed by theirs; but only I keep the riches of doom and desires hidden just behind my teeth.