http://slow.writerscafe.org/Amduscia The original writings of author Amduscia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003251 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Bring Thou near unto Thee LOVE, Thy hope, and His faith with Him, from the midst of the faith of LOVE, for His being holy to Me, [even] purity, peace, joy, and blessings, charity and mercy, sons of LOVE; and Thou hast made holy hearts for faith, Thy princes , for honour and virtue; and Thou -- Thou .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1656122/ The dark deeds, for that dark decree of My Spirit which I do, I know not : for not what I would, those dark deeds, My Spirit does practise; but what I hate, that I do.But if what I would not, that I do, I consent unto the dark decree that it is good.So now it is no more I tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1583615/ My Vampire, Ye also were dead to the Law of Blood, through the fangs of the Moons eerie light, that Ye should be joined to the light of the Sun, even to Him who dies in the West, but is raised from the dead in the East, that We might bring forth the fruit from the Red River of Life unto the Blood Sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1583612/ Are Ye doomed, Nightfires (for I speak to blitzing sparks who know the storm of combustion), that the torturous flame hath a blazing dominion over the oak Castle for so long a time as air liveth?For the smoke that hath a fiery Husband is bound by the law of its smokey plumes to the Husband.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1583611/ I have cut off fierce nations of cruelty from within; their violent battlements are desolate within; I have made their fearful streets waste within, so that none passeth by within...Within, their cities of aggression, are destroyed as transgression, so that there is no Man, so that there is no v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1550856/ Her princes of pain in the midst of Her spirit, are as roaring, nocturnal creatures; Her judges of sadness are Her evening wolves; they leave nothing but sorrow till the morrow...Her prophets of gloom are as deceitful lights to Her eyes, and treacherous fires...Her priests of misery have pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1550828/ Short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1547608/ Love, when Thy fruitful art is made desolate, what wilt Thou do?Though Thou clothest Thyself with scarlet passion...Though Thou deckest Thee with golden charm, and ornaments of purity...Though Thou brighteneth Thine pearled eyes with beauty's paint...In vain dost Thou make Thyself fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1527785/ I beheld the leopard, and, lo, it was beautiful and graceful; and the glowing eyes, and they had no stain...I beheld the kingly lions, and, lo, they roared, and all the hills moved to and fro as a fleeting pain...And all the ravens of the skies were fled...I beheld, and, lo, the tigers l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1527752/ I am a rose of rubies, a bloodstone of the ionite palaces... As a bloodstone among crystal thorns, so is My love among the obsidians...As a tree of emeralds among the trees of a tigers eye, so is My beloved among the jasper'd suns...I placed a golden beryl beneath the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1517829/ I have compared Thee, O My Fear, to a precious jewel in the Kings crown...Thy effects are as a diamond ring unto a beloveds frown... And as stately rubies to a Queens gown...Thy qualities with chains of awe and fright...We will make Thee plaits of darkness wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1517817/ The mouth of love is the glory of Her blessings, and Her lips are the Christening melodies of the songs Her soul sings..The words of the whisperer of love, are as dainty rosy poems, and they go into the innermost parts of all homes..He/She also that is slack in the work of His/.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1513691/ A bright star is a joy to His sky, and a pride to Her that bare Him..Also, to love the night is not good, nor to keep the punishment for their night-kissed hymn..The star that loves His purity, hath light..And the star that is of a dark soul, is a star of an unholy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1513658/ The howling winds stood in awe, as through the icy winds, a White Raven tore...Plumed in silvery-white feathers it soared, as though it were a mythical creature of some Fairy Tale lore...It's ravenous talons per foot were four...Swooping in and out through Heavens door... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1505319/ The NEED You all want is He, for time with patience must be... The Creed says, "Touch His fear, We are not to do." Wary We be not to do, but DESPAIR and AURA Her... Of what they knew, He perhaps hoped, for a flutter of air, then through hums He whispered a peril, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1487537/ Truth be told, it is a Dark World, encompassed by Dark Thoughts, and played by the Devils Light.. Emo to Gothic, all Despair within the Fear of this Horror.. We've Lost Blood at the hands of Creepy Love, and a Pain filled Life, which Death is Depressing.. The Dark.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1467668/ Light fades..Into a dark haze..Is this the end of days? ..Or the end of Our daze? ..Darkness shoots forth Her morbid rays..Within the misty halls of Our maze..Bitterness is all I taste..I bid and pray for the light of day to make haste.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1465031/ Blackened betrayal inked and etched deep..My tender love to harvest and reap..My joy, betrayal tortured to keep..My hope lies ashened in a sorrowful heap..My heart left in the dark to weep..No bright star in My black sky..No Spirit willing to live nor .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1450444/ Filthy hate infests My fate..As of late, hate has been My only faithful mate..Violence explodes on Our every date..Everything I see, I utterly despise..Your friendship, Your love, even Your cries..Dying to cut all these rotten ties..In the pale hope th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1450443/ Keep Your Love soaring high above the stormy rough..To keep and guard it from all that's not from above..It is Mine to belove..It is Yours to never leave Me bereft of..It is My most precious Mourning Dove..It is what I am a patient of..It is Ours to take hol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1447807/ Forget the limiting regulations of older, clear cuts...Net this Loss, We must...And scale the severe impact...No Degree of Improvements, still intact...Reduce the years of the Loss within this Net...This Forest of Loss, is the Highest We've met...New l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1404449/ Stress reduces Nature, in Time...The spending of that, argues against benefits sublime...Created often, are these...Whilst the 'public parks' within, exact their fees...As managed as the cities within the Woodlands of Our Hearts...As well as the areas of small.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1404447/ Bitter Winters white...Ashen's the plains, before My sight...Upon this spiteful, frozen night...The forest trees, suffer their blight...Animals, whitened in fright, without delight...None spared by Winters light...Not even the white Kites, that knight their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1401596/ Take My Spirit, also My heart, as Thy precious Flask...Brother My heart and Spirit, and arise unto this task...Go and search the depths of its mask...Again...Unto its deepest well...The toil and toll within its every pulsating bell...Man, unto Thee, sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1401576/ Oh, Love... Hold strong Your Love upon the flesh of Mortals...Allow not, impatience, to overwhelm Your tenderness...The souls doors do open wide at the touch of Thy whisper...Lock Thy keys within Thy unlocked softness, and forever glide forth... Thy doors, well-closed, kept, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1400729/ The screams of the Undead, I have seen where it grows...Infected, My throat is an open grave...Through the black, turn Your back, and run...As We wept, the sky went red...A broken upper hand...Not ready to die, within this Awakening... Beheaded, My hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1400596/ In crystal Flesh, as the Kiss of a Dove, Eons pass, time and time again.In a Halo of Words, and a Room of a thousand Arts, in the Shadow of Your Black Wings, onwards into Battle.Breeding the Evil inside, as Blood-Thorns of Spite, arising, its End, always Offensive.Seasons of Mists,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1393691/ Summoning tides of Pagan death, and black flags, as black water Suns, ride high upon the dark waves of Sedna.Within the Battle of these High Seas, there is no Light within this Abyss. Thy Vessel is Thy Tomb, fastened tight unto the Halls of Oblivion. Fields of Hollow Nightfall, pas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1393689/ As Flesh is stitched onto a Frame, I'll make You Sin, and get even within the Flame.Dead letters and Black Wine, stain My scars and stripes, to create desire for the Wolves wreaking havoc within.Blood, death, and Ivory, grinds upon Hell to paint it red, as Devilish red Kill Kitty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1393673/ Within the Day of Night, prayers and supplication, continueth, unto God whom We trusteth.Though desolate, indeed, as a Widow, before the acceptable God, and good is that for Parents, their requite, to home the Piety thus shew'd, to first learn them, as Nephews unto Children, having widow'd any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1389062/ An Orchestra in E(vil) Minor, overture for the Choir, wolfs out their Night Song, in honour of the Man who killed Death.Venom rains upon the Mastery of Pain, reigning as a wanderer in My Dreams, again, set to follow this Chain.A seven-candle-circle, burned bright beneath the Cathedral, i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1388506/ Moonlit, until Aeons dawn, the Enchanting Melodies sang of the Eternal Nights.The Quest of Pleasures and of Satisfaction, brought forth the beginning of their Cruel Beauties, as a lullaby, when Midnight rings Her tribal rites upon My tribal dreams, hid safely, within Nocturnal Eden.Disso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1388480/ Nigh were them that were afar off, unto You, and unto Me, and off afar were those which were to Peace preached, and thereby, Enmity, having come upon the slain bodies of the Cross, bodies in one body, one body in God, both then reconciled unto Might.He, and Peace, so become a Man, making one t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1387302/ The fair Pleasant, the beautiful Agreeable, the juvenile that foretells, that conjectures, as an enchanter of senseless fools, words its prophecies ready and sure.Free and voluntary gifts of the Prince, clearness in the brightness of its light, as the inheritance, the Valley of God, praised br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1386960/ To assemble together, and testify, of this Passing Over, for the Pleasure in Devouring Judgment. Judgment white, shining, gentle, and brittle.The moon of Frankincense, white, walks upon Existence, of Himself, to God, to the Mighty.Praising to Confess He who liveth and seeth Me, their bread, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1377199/ The Holiness of an inconstant Son, attending the Congregation of God, as the God of Antiquity, the God of Rising, lights His chiefly voice upon the Ancients, as He rests within the Fires of Kamon.Reeds of Ice, as Horns, in dissolving coldness, make bald the floors upon which they rested... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1377164/ As a Falconer's apparatus for recalling Hawks, such is the Lure used to Entice the Enticing quality of a Pursuit, this I recall with Lure.Kept out of Sight, hidden amidst that which exists unobserved.I have a lurking Sympathy for the Richly sweet in taste and smell, as such a style touches u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374977/ Whom God sets free, He that Beholds the Moons of sweet smelling Months, ruling over each coming down, throwing forth Waters, raised up, and appointed by Eminences.The Moon of One that fears Death, breaking Asunder He that opposes the People of the Merciful High Beloved, let Baal contend with Him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374951/ Thy arms Fated upon Us, mindful of the Evil and Hate scattered amidst Thy nations and shores, and the Cruel gods upheld in Vain. Household-deities of wars, enduring within the Rose of every Sires lofty Castle. Inspirations muse upon Thy songs, the Majesty of which Crimes can relate, unto the offense.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374919/ Tribulation labors Thy twists, intelligently surrounding Thy supplanter, as a Deceiver of Thy Heel, ascending like a little Doe or wild Goat, as a Hidden Heir of Young Men. Whom God hides, as a Concealer, He will be hid, even amongst answering's, afflicting's, and that which makes Poor. As a Mourner.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374892/ With regards unto Thy Election, He that is Chosen amongst Thee, He will Choose, being a Chooser, as God does Choose His Ancient People, a people decreasing within the Building of the Lord; such is the understanding of the Lord. Thy Son by Adoption God builds, Jehovah does build whom Jehovah will bui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374865/ Through Eternity, in the silent depth of space, silver flames glitter as a burning Star amidst the noble chart of Heaven, a countenance of splendour, fierce and bright, though limitless, void, and lonely. The sublime Power of Night muted with the dead and ruined Dust of Passion mingled with Pride, n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374833/ Thy heart is pierced with a Line of Respiratory holes, shelled within a Pearl as soft as the edible Mollusc's of warm seas, due unto the desertion of Thy natural Mother, Love, who abandoned Thee at an early age. Leave Thy heart a Place or Vehicle, empty and uninhabited, without intentions to return,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374695/ Touching upon the hiding of the Lord... Embracing the shield of the Lord, as a Partaker and Companion who waits for the Lord, like unto a Husbandman who proclaims "My hope is in Her.", is a Wise Man clamor'd in Joy, and the Noise of the Beauty of Assistance. Invocation's unto the god Rimmon, are wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374558/ Happy prosperity, festivity of Joys, festal unto the Unfortunate, contempt of Abomination's, the Tempest of Commotions, turning the back, High and Elevated as bands and troops of Gadara, placed and surrounded, walled off by the Goat of God. Happiness as an Earthly Man is surely a roll upon a wheel, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374530/ A tearer with the beak, properly the Griffon Vulture plough's and tills each Pledge which is before or in front of all Persons, as an Ancient Heap. Thou art the Servant of Thy Laborer, the Kings Servant, the Stone of Help. One that passes over Anger as a Father that gathers and adds a passage over b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374515/ The Word is a Thing, as a Bee of Obedience flowing with Honey. Those beating the Drums of Sacrifice unto Dagon, the Poor of the Lord, a bucket and branch of Deceitful Lamps of Vain Brightness, dwell deep within Dalphon. Thee of Dagon, Thou art a sack full of Blood holding the similitude of Burning. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374495/ As though understanding the Displeasing and Dirty, as one cut out such as Caesar, He that seeks with diligence, a searcher of those Possessed by Possessions, Acquisitions, and Fabrication's, a Cainan of favourable opportunities, nourishing bold, impetous Dogstars, altogether Himself, a Crow within t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1374487/ A Son of Shame, a Son of Confusion, I bow before God, as a Dove wings through Thunder in Vain. A Son of Sabas, returned to bestow Rest, suspends the Waters of the Honourable. Who is Blessed between the Sons of Contempt, those made of Iron, or the Sons of Prophets, toothed in pure Ivory, perfumed wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1372293/ As a heap of Cigar Ash, destroyed by Fire, no Cremation remained upon this Ash Wednesday. Ashen'd upon the pale-as-ashes Horizon, a lone tree with silver-grey bark and pinnate foliage, shone from yonder as an Immortal Flower in Elysium, encompassed by square-hewn stones of Ashlar. The Ash trees leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amduscia/1372275/