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[aid] => mick
[title] => Laila: The Mother of Light
[time] => 2009-09-21 03:41:28
[hometext] => This is a full piece from my work in progress book called Capias, there is a number of biblical and religious references. http://capiandreams.blogspot.com/ is my blog with other sections of pieces
[bodytext] => Footsteps drowned out by the rain Wanting to scream but must refrain Step after step but making no sound Creeping softly while her heart does pound Blotting out the light and dashing out the sun Following the voices leading her run Into the Great hall of The First To find it broken and burnt, hideously cursed Before her the throne of the Four Great Ones Of the Five Shekhinas; the elementary Sons Mind, Understanding, Intelligence, thought and Reason All deceived and betrayed by the Nephilim treason Descendents of Anarchy flew into the hall Fallen Angels of Mount Hermon two hundred in all. Voices still linger in the chamber so cold Coming from the statues of Kings, in a time valiant and bold “They take our women they take our wives winged like angels but bearing sickles and knives” The still air transports their ghostly sound Echoing quietly off the walls and gently off the ground “no hope for man when the Watchers stand by cries falling on deaf ears as we fall and die” Out of her pocket she pulls a bronze candle Stepping over a fallen flag she lights it on a mantle The flame flickers and sparks in the cold nights air Illuminating the courts motto which reads “Just and Fair” The light grows and reaches the Throne The girl turns realising she’s not alone. Shadowed by a tall thin women dressed in Pure White A sword in her left hand and shield in her right “Name your self and state your aim or your fate like your brothers will be much the same” The girl looked fierce with contempt at her site “They were not my brothers, I am Laila the Mother of Light Mother to the Five Elementary sons delivered into death the five guardians to the blood line of Seth.” The woman in White lowered her shield and bowed her head “I am Shamsiel, Watcher over Eden and the sacred dead Blessed Mother of Light my heart breaks for you I am your servant with what you command I shall do" “My remaining Son the Crown Prince of Light bring to me Capian so he may claim his right” [comments] => 3 [counter] => 376 [topic] => 42 [informant] => Capian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mythology )
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