Eily Nash
Lady in red, what secrets you hide. Wearing a cloak of night, you seek dark delight. Do you go to his bed or light a fire in his head? Where do you reside? Heaven or hell, or are you just a figment of a succubus’ spell?
~Eily Nash
OCCULT
Liminal Light
Enchanting Creature of Liminal Light
Dwelling betwixt both day and night
You see both the Sacred and the Profane
Angels and demons know your name
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Noli Me Tangere
Call of the Moon
“An it harm none, do as thou wilt”
When the grapefruit moon is ripe and full
Then you will feel Selene’s power and pull
Summoned by her words within your head
The sensual Sorceress calls you to her bed
Thrice she has conjured magic and charms
Four will never be, twill will cause you harm
Forget now loving deeds that are long done
Take heed, forget or you’ll become undone
The spell is broken, The Lady sets you free
Her bewitched Love, find your own destiny
✨ Blessed Be ✨
🌙Eily Nash~2019 💫
Beautiful image from Pixabay🖤
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Heaven’s Warriors
You may look at us
And call us the Damned
We are not!
We are Heaven’s Warriors
Who chose to descend into the abyss
And rise from the fires of hell
The chains and ashes of pain
Bearing Chiron’s wounds
Renewed and reborn as a Firebird.
Glorious. Triumphant.
We bear our scars to hold your sins
So Mankind does not suffer as we do.
By the Grace of God we are cleansed
From all iniquity and human sin…
We are Angels ofLight.
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Dark Heart of Night
Darkness falls.
The witching hour calls.
That which has been constrained by chains of day, is unleashed into the dark heart of night.
Born of a thousand stars and the fires of hell. She is incandescent, infernal Light.
In dreams she comes to you. Invades your thoughts, willingly you invite her into your bed. Excited by a demon lover, your body enflamed by her touch. You succumb to her dark charms.
There is no escape from that which has been made manifest by your own deep, dark desires.
Pray for the light of dawn and breaking of the day, lest the Succubus feeds her voracious hunger, devours your heart and carries your very soul away to be consumed in flames of the endless abyss.
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Dark Charms
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The Lord of Mendacity
The Lord of the Manor kept his secrets,
locked within the dark recesses of his cheating black heart.
There were many mistresses, trysts and love affairs .
Yet, without shame he avowed to his Lady his undying devotion,
eternal fidelity and love for her and her alone.
As he looked deeply into the black mirrors that were her obsidian eyes,
he swore let death take him if he were ever untrue.
Morgana was versed in magickal arts.
They say the eyes are a window to the soul.
When she looked at him, she knew what to do,
she saw retribution reflected back at her in his empty, lying eyes…
And thus, his Lordship came to his final resting place,
not in the sumptuous marital chamber within the Manor House,
but in ignoble and unhallowed ground.
Buried under the weight of the cold cruel earth…
and his own mendacity.
~Eily Nash
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Dark Angel
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The Yggdrasil
Would that I were the wild West Wind
And you, a tree rooted in complacency
I would blow a storm into your world
Shaking dead leaves from your boughs
And uncloaked, you would stand bare
Bathed by the soft Light of the Moon
Staring in wonder at the cloth of heaven
Drawn over you by the hand of Night
Sleep now, my love, beneath starry skies
‘Til the stirrings of Spring awakens you
Kissed by rain and soft sunlight, reborn
Will you remember me, the raging storm
Gifting you with ‘knowing’, my Yggdrasil…
When all is still in the forest of your mind
Hear my voice, a whisper on the West Wind
You felt the kiss of morning rain and soft sunlight
and as we danced with the stars in the heavens above
You finally learned to live, My Love…
Eily Nash ~2018
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Dancing To The Edge Of Darkness
As the Orchestra struck up the music and the dance floor of the Waldorf Astoria glittered into life, Florence stood up. She reluctantly took the outstretched hand of her long time dancing partner, Old Nick. As he swept her elegantly into the diaphanous throng of chiffon and lace she stumbled. His vice like grip on her arm and steely glare ensured she would not cause him further embarrassment. She flinched and blinked away hot tears of anger and shame. It hadn’t always been like this. They were so in step before…
Florence once thrilled at being in the company of rich and influential Nick Mephistopheles. He wasn’t handsome and his age was indeterminate, but he had charisma and a dark charm. Nick’s business practices were more than shady, but as long as she was on the receiving end of his largesse Florence didn’t give a damn what people said about him. There were rumours he was part of the underworld, they said there were other women but she didn’t care. Florence was a night girl, drawn to danger. Nick’s lifestyle was an aphrodisiac. They said he ruled New York City and went for the jugular of anyone who opposed him. Was she afraid? No, it didn’t seem to worry her, it gave her a rush. She didn’t give a thought that there may be a heavy price to pay for his patronage when their first dance had begun all those years ago.
“What kind of business are you in, Nick?” Florence asked with an engaging smile,
“I’m a people person, a collector,” his reply was enigmatic and further enquiries subdued by the string of exquisite black pearls he draped around her slender neck.
“How can I possibly repay your generosity, kind Sir?” She already knew she would do anything for him. The lavish Manhattan lifestyle was highly addictive for a girl from a Brooklyn brownstone.
“Oh, I guess body and soul should be payment enough, yours and others I send you to collect!” There was a twinkle in his coal black eyes and she thought he had jested. Back then. Back when the dance had begun.
Nick was generous. Florence only had to express a desire and it was hers for the taking, fabulous jewels, designer clothes, the Fifth Avenue apartment and the prestige of being on his arm. All the hedonistic delights the city offered were hers for the taking. New York was his plaything, a bauble in his hand. No one quite knew where Nick’s power came from. No one dared to ask…
Nick liked to work hard and party hard. He liked all eyes on him and he had a ruthless and vindictive streak with rivals in both the ballroom and the boardroom. Florence was a huge asset to his dealings. Nick rewarded most handsomely when she performed. With a Siren’s call her beauty brought victims to Nick’s lair. It was all a game to Florence, well paid with a hint of danger. She liked that. The glitter and glamour were as seductive as hell and Florence willingly checked in all morality and conscience. The years passed and she continued taking to the dance floor and dancing to Mr Mephistopheles tune. No questions asked.
Tonight, there was unease in the air. Florence was tiring of their ‘Les Liaisons Dangereuses’and told him she wanted out. She told him she wanted more, she wanted love. Nick laughed in her face then grew possessive and wrapping his strong fingers around her neck he drew her close.
“Florence, we have a contract. I own you, body and soul.”
As she tried to pull away he kissed her hard on her ruby lips. There was none of the usual passion, just a stamp of ownership. She shuddered. The ballroom had become a prison and her dancing partner her gaoler. They had sealed the deal a long time ago – When you dance with the devil, there is no way out…
It was time for a new dancing partner. Nick would have to go. As the thought crossed her mind, she saw the Stranger and he saw her. And Nick saw him too. Savagely he grabbed her wrist, and snarled,“Stay with me, Florence. Better the devil you know...”
Florence broke free and without looking back made her way across the empty dance floor. All eyes were on her, but she saw no one only the charismatic stranger. He seemed to emit a numinous light. Music sublimely filled the ballroom and she moved inexorably into his arms.
“Do you want to dance?” she whispered seductively.
“Only, if you are willing to forsake Nick’s protection and come with me to the end of time, Florence.” He brushed her face with beguiling lips and shuddering she realised his mouth was as cold as the grave.
“I will…” she paused looking back at Nick’s table, but he was nowhere to be seen.
As the stranger held out his hand, it dawned on her he knew her name, but she did not know his. Just who was this beguilingly beautiful man? With prescience, he smiled and answered the question swimming in her mind.
“Lucifer.”
As she gasped, he swept her into his arms and onto the dance floor. The Orchestra struck up the music and the plaintive strains of Sibelius’ ‘Valse Triste’ filled the air. The Last Waltz would truly last forever as Florence danced with the devil to the edge of darkness…
© Eily Nash 2015
Beautiful Images courtesy of Pixabay.com
“Dancing To the Edge Of Darkness” from my collection of Supernatural Tales, available on Amazon as paperback & Kindle.
