Lullaby

Lullaby

A Chapter by Robert Francis Callaci
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the flow of time

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Lullaby

 

 

It waits by the roadside
by the dead tree
Who is it looking for
I hope it's not me

I jump in the bushes
to hide from it's stare
Its laughter is chilling
it leaves my soul bare

I wail and I cry,
Not I! Not I!
I plead and I beg
take my children instead


My spittle I spit
My bowels did I s**t
I gaggle, I gurgle
I swallow, I shiver
I slither, I wither
I crawl and I fall

Darkness befalls me
My dignity gone
IT stands right beside Me
And then IT moves on

 

Laughing…

(from Death’s “Book of Recollections”)

 

 

IN THE SHADOW OF DEATH ARE EMPIRES MADE AND BROKEN

 

XXIV

 

Kezefa and Kezon bowed before their LOrD as IT entered into Leviathan. IT came alone through the portal gate; no show of power did IT need for ITS presence alone was enough to instill nightmares to all who dared to gaze at those Red Dead Eyes of Death. IT bade ITS angels to rise and said unto them:

 

How long has it been by your reckoning since you last laid eyes on ME.

 

It was Kezon who answered and said:

 

 

We arrived here but only five hourly cycles ago, My LOrD.

 

Death was pleased by this news, for ITS calculations concerning the time disparity IT created between portals proved true, for IT last saw them twenty one sun cycles ago, on Abeline’s last day as a living women. Sixty four cycles of the sun had now passed since Lucifina cast out Her errant children, while for Her only a little more then half a day had gone by. IT needed this gathering to last but nine more hourly cycles so that a hundred yearly cycles would pass in ITS domain without any interference from the Great and lesser Powers, other then the onE of ITS own making. IT needed that time for “The Seeds of Cain” to take root and spread across ITS domain with no outside influences to mould them in their infancy. IT had great plans for these children spawned from the “Evil of Mephistopheles” and IT would do all that IT had to do in order to make them thrive; even if IT made an enemy of Lucifina, who was the Right Hand and Voice of GOD.  IT said unto ITS angels:

 

Announce to All that I have arrived and that I will grace their halls to speak to them on matters of great interest. Tell them MY first order of business is to speak about the Rules and Conditions one must adhere to if one wishes to visit or set up residence in MY Domain.  Go now, and tell them I will be there after I partake of a little rest and refreshment, which should take no more then one or two hourly cycles.

 

Kezefa was not looking forward to this task set upon her by Death. The thought of looking once again in the Lord Lucifer’s eyes only to tell Him that He must wait a little longer as well as conveying to Him Death’s haughty toned message, sent chills through her wings. Sensing her discomfort Kezon put his arms around her and held her close to him and warmed her chill…

 

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Adam came back to the cave exhausted from the hunt. While Eve hardly aged from the time of their exile, these past seventy sun cycles, Adam on the other hand was quite a changed man.

 

Golden hair that sparkled bold and bright: now turned gray and egg shell white. Eyes once of the purest blue, now dulled with a light green hue. Muscles once hard as stone and rock with skin wrought tight and taut, now lost its tone with flab on bone, and muscles once strong, now torn and worn.

 

Abeline’s kiss, those twenty seven sun cycles ago, robbed Adam of his youth and vigor and shortened his life span a thousand-fold. His time on this earth was waning and if not for his love of Eve and of things still left undone, he would’ve closed his eyes too death on the day of that dreadful and heartbreaking kiss. Eve greeted him with a hug as he entered the cave and said unto him:

 

Rest your head upon my lap, my dearest beloved, while I tend to your aches and pains.

 

For Eve, Adam was as he always was, the love of her life, and some gray hair and sagging bones didn’t deter the passion and love she had for him in the least. As she rubbed his aches away, his eyes closed into sleep and she rocked him gently  as she would a child….

 

 

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Remembering their shame of decades past, those elementals that abandoned Abeline and

the Wood out of fear of what Mephistopheles had become, vowed never again to back down to the face of eviL. They decided to rededicate their existence by being a counterweight to evil and a thorn up Mephistopheles’ a*s. By their act of cowardice they let a Power of Vileness and Evil emerge while they did nothing but stare in horror as Abeline and Caineth were swallowed up into the belly of eviL. This stain of dishonor weighed heavily on their bruised spirits and the only way to remove the stain was to become a Power unto themselves. This former legion of elementals of the First Gate of Paradise, formally under the command of the Archangel Domini Lucifina, gathered together unto themselves and reformed their new legion, now under the Domain of Death, into three divisions, with the primary purpose of ridding the world and thwarting at every turn, the Evil of Mephistopheles.

 

The First Division, named “The Order of the First Born” was entrusted with protecting and defending Lucifina’s children from Mephistopheles and heR beastie hordes. Half of the division made themselves into form and substance into “Giant Winged Birds of Prey”, by copying the methods of Mephistopheles, although in a more benign fashion, by instilling their spirit and intermingling their seed amongst the smaller winged creatures of the earth till a desired form was born with the spirit of the” Order of the First Born”. These Great Birds of Prey will patrol the borders in search of any hint of eviL and when one of Mephistopheles minions is spotted, they will swoop down upon them, and with their razor sharp talons rip them to shreds. The other half filled the streams, trees, earth, wind, and mountain rock, like days of old when Paradise was born, with their essence and spirit and made peace with Adam and Eve, who lifted the veil from their children’s eyes, as well as their own, and once again the Elementals were in communion with the First Born.

 

The Second Division, named “The Order of the Second Born” was entrusted to bring enlightenment and succor to those children spawned from the “Evil of Mephistopheles”. They were to act as Muses and Guides to those downtrodden souls tainted with “The Mark of Cain”, so that their spirits may escape from the darkness that holds them down. As Muses they would whisper into their untouched minds; visions and thoughts of heavenly things that would inspire them to see beyond the eviL that strangles them.

As Spirit Guides they would enter into their dreams and ease their nightmares and teach them the ways to enlightenment as well as offering them a respite from the eviL that dominates their waking lives.

 

The Third Division, named “The Order of Reconciliation” were entrusted to seek out and destroy or make irrelevant the Power and Influence of Mephistopheles by any means at their disposal  and to eradicate heR beastie hounds wherever they may find them with no mercy or quarter given. To achieve these ends they will infiltrate heR stronghold and

through the use of enchantment, illusion, deception and guile, create chaos and confusion amongst heR followers and worshipers with the objective of showing heR to be nothing more then an empty vessel. As to Caineth and Abeline, all efforts will be made to remove Mephistopheles Taint from them and reconcile them back to the light. tHey call themselves the “lEgion of lIght”, and hope one day to be reconciled with Lucifina

and Heaven, for tHey still considered tHemselves  soldiers of GOD, but until that day, the lEgion will fight to bring the light back into this world by muting the darkness of Mephistopheles, and in the process hoping to rekindle their oWn…

 

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The former elementals of the Second gate of Paradise, now known as Death’s Watchers, allowed the new formed lEgion to spread tHeir sPirit and eSsence throughout Death’s Domain and did not block or hinder tHeir movements and enchantments, as tHey became a pOwer unto tHemselves, for Death gave them orders to allow it to be so. This was one order that they were happy to obey…

 

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As the two lovers knelt under the sacred tree and looked up at the twinkling lights of the night sky; as they’ve done together every night for the past five summers, they each gave thanks to the “Great Horned God of the Grove” for allowing them to have this one last night together, for tomorrow when the moon is at its full, they will be led, with great pomp and ceremony, to the sacred alter of the Holy Seed. Once upon the alter they will be stripped naked, bound and tethered with hands and legs spread wide; too await upon their God’s most trusted servants, heR Most High Holy Priests; The Lord Cain and his Ghost Wife, the Lady Abel, to enter unto them, where they each will receive their blessed fruits…

 

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Lucifer was furious and was about to show His displeasure upon Death’s messengers by tearing off their wings and flinging them off a cliff, but Lucifina held back His wrath with a look and a touch, and in a cold detached Voice addressed Death’s servants:

 

If it is the intention of your Master to make enemies of All who are at this gathering with ITS delaying tactics and empty edicts, then tell IT, it is on the edge of succeeding, but if on the other hand, IT is truly tired and in need of refreshment, then please do tell Death, IT has an eternity to rest and seek refreshment, but now is not the time. Go back and tell

your LOrD to cut ITS rest short and attend to the gathering- post haste!

 

Both of Death’s angels bowed before the assembly and departed. Once outside the halls

Kezefa, all pale and white with fright, fainted in Kezon’s arms…

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Kezefa and Kezon entered Death’s chamber where they found IT lying on a bed of cushions, sipping upon the angelic nectar. As they relayed Lucifina’s message the only response they received-was the terrifying sound of the uncontrollable laughter of Death….

 

 

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© 2009 Robert Francis Callaci


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My spittle I spit
My bowels did I s**t
I gaggle, I gurgle
I swallow, I shiver
I slither, I wither
I crawl and I fall

Oh My Goodness this is funny here.

This stain of dishonor weighed heavily on their bruised spirits and the only way to remove the stain was to become a Power unto themselves.

Yes! This is so true here. bruised spirits are what we all have
It hurts at times fro some reason to ask to help heal them.
When we know only we can do the healing. God is there yes
to aid in our comfort. The pain at time won't remove until
we do it ourselves.

I like this chapter alot. I found truth and insight in this.


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My spittle I spit
My bowels did I s**t
I gaggle, I gurgle
I swallow, I shiver
I slither, I wither
I crawl and I fall

Oh My Goodness this is funny here.

This stain of dishonor weighed heavily on their bruised spirits and the only way to remove the stain was to become a Power unto themselves.

Yes! This is so true here. bruised spirits are what we all have
It hurts at times fro some reason to ask to help heal them.
When we know only we can do the healing. God is there yes
to aid in our comfort. The pain at time won't remove until
we do it ourselves.

I like this chapter alot. I found truth and insight in this.


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Robert Francis Callaci
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