Hora, the Black Heart

Hora, the Black Heart

A Chapter by Anne Martin

Prologue to Chapter 2 of The Cult of Hahn


[1] The w***e perverts all things.
What she thinks is love is mere folly,
A folly she passes on to boys that catch her eye.

[2] Hora is the bane of man,
Thief of the soul,
Reaper of the weak.

[3] Naively, she plucks Cyrus’ son
from the pyres, and ruins him �"
ruined like all men born of woman.

[4] Hora is the fall of man,
The evil temptress,
The black heart of womanhood.

[5] Blinded, the son of Cyrus is enslaved,
Lost in her false beauty and wicked heart.
He will serve her until the end of time.

[6] Hora is the seed of fancy,
Stealer of sanity,
Phony redeemer of her sex.

From The Book of Cyrus, Songs of the Tioch, ch. 1, verses 1-6

© 2017 Anne Martin

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I liked the statement written. I could write a epic book from the words. Myth, tale and real life. Always a twist and tell. Thank you Anne for sharing the amazing words.

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