Monster - part IV

Lamia burns.

The Sun finds her on desert, hot and drear.
Dry, depleted, drained.

Hera, help me! Her desperate screams ring out
in profound despair.

She falls on fiery sand, fine skin aflame.
O Hera, end this agony, I ask!

Zeus' Queen in pity pauses at her tasks,
regarding Lamia's plea.

A sister's suffering touches her, and Hera's mercy
lifts the girl.

Lamia, I must not usurp my husband Zeus,
but I can ease his unjust sentence.

This I promise.

But when the swirling winds begin to blow
the driving rain

Briefly, the ground will have you again. Lamia -
will you go?

Dejected, Lamia nods assent, resigned, accepting fate.
Let me go to the tempestuous skies.

So Hera entices the eastering gales to play,
and she teases the lightning down.

And Lamia places a trembling, thankful kiss softly
on Hera's brow.

Lamia, betrayed by god, by love, by man,
utters no word.

Magical mist does Lamia climb, heartsick and dolor,
taking her grief to the restive Empyrean shore.

But legend would have it said of her,
she flies by storm and Moonlight yet.

Tales the sheperds weave like wool say Lamia
is a witch.

Sailors on the seven unsettled seas, say Lamia
still steals souls.

Wives, in worried vigilance, stand valiant watchful guard
over husbands' dreams until the welcomed dawn.

And new mothers press their precious children close
so the demon will pass their hearth.

When the thunder crashes, and the deluge falls -
firmament to earth,

Then once more She walks in gossamer gloom,
disturbing, disquieting man.

Blood is life.

Thus Lamia lives. Forever, in the Crystalline Sphere.

Monster - part III

Lamia hungers

By the glow of the gibbous Moon she drifts,
resting by day.

A thousand nights, a thousand summonses she rides,
a pall of blood upon the land.

Her evil embraces compliantly answered a thousand men,
to their incomprehesnible pleasure and indescribable pain.

Tenderly, sweetly she took the proffered seed,
offering hideous death.

Until in Alexandria one portentous and pregnant Night,
she encounters a troubled and troubling soul.

One reached for her awake, aware and bold.
His spirit was clean and yet unbound.

And he strangely perplexed the sinuous dancing snake.
The Poet, Melios.

She slides through the entrance silent and sure
to know him.

Who are You?

Man, know you not how you imperil thyself>
Thy immortal soul?

Melios extends his hands, inviting the serpent in.
"Lamia, come here."

So intrigued was she by the Poet-man
she cast her mortal form about her.

Poet, how come you to have no fear
of the Creature that haunts the night?

"I am not frighted by the fishwives' talk.
It only enthralls.

"You vex me, and you plague my odes,
Goddess, phantom, wraith.

"Bide with me during the brunt of day.
Let my shutters block out the light.

"When the Sun quits Geos for other shores,
then we will scale the Olympian heights.

"Stay with me, Lamia. I would have you
for my own.

"All that I require, all that I need
is in you.

"Though we anger the gods with our love
we would find peace and succor therein."

He said, "I waited many lifetimes for you
and would scribe your story in verse.

"Only: curb your unholy insatiable thirst for letting
of the blood.

"Whilst you bare your lonely thoughts to one
who worships you."

Seduces Poet Melios.

Lamia, lost in his spell, considered the man.
Melios, I will.

So the lovers entwined by the elegant Moon,
together making one.

Sly Poet Melios, who hid his wife by day
and woke her with kisses by night.

For two years she gladly forswore the blood,
and she found herself heavy with child.

With her time anear, she gave tortuous birth
alone one eve.

A boychild made his way into the world,
lifeless, soulless, still.

Anguished, the aching mother breathed for her child;
amid the gore of labor she slaved.

Covered with bodily fluids she frantically, quickly worked
the fruit of her womb to save.

Fevered, she attempted to make her son live.
To no avail.

Beseeching the Powers That Be she imploringly prayed,
let him cry!

O Hygea, please

But the Powers were willfully deaf that night.
Lamia woefully weeped.

Sadly she wrapped the stillborn child and slowly
made to rise.

Melios entered the bloody tableau, bewildered beyond belief.
"Lamia, why did you kill my son!"

Oh Melios, what do you say? Judge not,
I entreat you!

Melios, dare you accuse? Our babe was born
dead, my love.

But Melios, dreadully horrified, retreated on fearstricken feet.
He gathered the townsmen to his side.

Lamia buried her love along with her child,
then she escaped for the Elysian Fields.

Close by, Lamia sensed the pursuing, baying hounds;
knives, sharpened blades.

Melios, Poet, at the head of the tribe
showed the way.

I loved thee

Thus fled Lamia. Weary and weak and worn.

Monster - part II

Lamia speaks:

The Moon is nearly full, Her cool radiance
illuminates my world.

She whispers to the Beast that rules me
since my Awakening.

I hear blood music humming in your veins
and touch your soul, unfettered in sleep.

I ebb and flow with the ocean tide,
hither and yon on dreary, endless waves.

I lift my empty arms in silent supplication:
Selene! Hear me!

I yearn to lose this mortal sheath, restraining
the Creature within.

Moongloss, bathe my burning eyes; fresh wind, settle
on my skin, coalesce in silvered scales.

Near, then back and nearer yet, drawn precisely
to the one that is for me.

The night is warm. You have no wrap
to shield you.

The gentle sussuration of your breath briefly ceases
as I stop to minister honor, respect.

He blossoms happiness and fills with your essence,
my brother serpent.

Undulating, gliding upward, I pause to savor life
against my belly.

Still you dream.

My desire is great. I coil, I rear -
I strike swiftly.

Your eyes unlock and search for me in
the final darkness.

I revel in your strength while I follow
your spirit into the senselsss, soothing void.

Selene surrenders to the Sun even as one
has surrendered unto me, the Goddess Snake.

My dark hair spreads over the hallowed one
which served me.

I rise and wash the clotting blood from
my swollen breasts.

I am sated.

Thus speaks Lamia. And wonders at the emptiness.

Monster - part I

Zeus summons.

Far in the hills she wanders, proud, possessed,
following the call.

Temptation of a godly lust lures Lamia
to Elysian Fields.

In greening glade, he regards his prize. Lamia -
dusk-head mortal, splendid to his sight.

Zeus, as Eros guides his mighty swelling sword,
is sorely cruel and swift and strong.

Under midday Sun, Zeus takes her basely, deeply
in godly fashion.

In terror the maid finds truth: god is...
mere a man.

Lamia lashes out her pain in body, soul
and mind. She draws his sacred blood.

Beaten, battered blind, she scores his perfect flesh.
Zeus incensed! This mortal dares to wound! Cursed, lovely Lamia.

For this, deems Zeus in terrible thunderous voice,
are you damned!

No man shall want your lethal love, save
when he sleeps.

You will go not in this beauteous form,
but as the lowest of the beasts.

And when your pleasing him is over, done,
then shall you drain his pounding blood.

You are eternally banished from brilliant hours - hated,
abhorred, and cold.

Rouse not a god with your ripened fruit
and then withhold!

So spake Zeus. And Lamia lay forlorn, forgotten
until the Sun prods her to shade.

At last Selene appears in the darkling sky
argentine-white, bestowing moonbeams on the Fields.

From the confines of her cave Lamia comes,
and she weeps.

Bitter salt sluices the veil from her eyes,
soothing her sorrow.

She thrusts her fisted hands toward expectant stars.
A clear, cool resolve escapes her throat:

Attend me then, O gods on yonder Mount!
What Zeus has wrought, so will be.

For my revenge, I swim the sensuous streams
as Goddess Snake.

He that evokes me with uncaring carnal fantasy
will find release. His final request.


Thus vows Lamia. And bows her weary head.