The House Full of Birds

Enjoy! it's one boy's initiation into a cult that promises him riches.

  A murder of crows proceed to welcome one particular coven,
                              squawking their calls
   as the witches carry in our little angel into the house full of birds.
   She is but a girl, prepared for the cauldron - spiced, and made pretty.

 They do snarl and chatter their teeth, yes, though they're not bad at all -- 
                              Only a little nauseating.
      If you have the stomach to sit by and watch, you are initiated.
                      Simple in concept, yes, although not easily done.
 The men behind the door had snobbishly wished me luck - like I am but another one  of  the failed potentials. They are the three that stand nervously by me now,
                                           not I --
       A 'boy of fair complexion, of childlike innocence and intelligence'
                    is the most satisfactory and suitable victim.

  And it is within a circle made of chalk that she lays, oh guardians -- 
         heaven's host, I am not one to perform your sacrament.
 I am not the one to call, for God's sake - leave me, I rebuke you foul Elohim!
This is my life, my new life: wealth, power, and fame, I will have it all and I will have it plenty. I need not dwell in your false security, so leave me here, messengers of the most  feared! I know what I have chosen, and I proclaim it to you --
               I require not your conscience, so begone! 
                   
                             Sacrifice! Sacrifice!
      They do cry out: power, wealth, and let us be proud,
         for the demons that await our sweet youngling's blood.
Now, prepare the birds, chop off their little wings and toss them into the kettle,                                       then after, her feet.   
                                           
Oh I pray, help me spirits, to be as strong as my unwavering ambition, let it be my only strength and redemption, now and for evermore. I call unto thee, you bloody beings..

See to it then! Light up my fire and preserve it with your blazing salts, for when that fateful day should come, I would have known my choice: that to be thrown into the river of judgement will not harm me. I will be in paradise, with the givers and fufillers                                                of my fantasies -- 
                                               


                                  "God bless thee, amongst the fire!"


                Oof!

Author's Note

Yes, in the end, the boy is also the sacrifice. Him and the girl. He is the most suitable victim, I hinted at it early on.

Reviews

[SheaRyhai]

Well I can certainly say I've never read anything like this before. As far as style for poetry, this felt more like a story, despite the fancy formatting. The images were powerful, and you painted the 'event' very well. There was an rather dark twist in this that kept my interest even while I knew right from the start what the gruesome ending would be. Unique, creative, and perhaps brilliant. Enjoyed the read.

Oh I can read your Canadian spirit in here. Wonderfully done. This read is a pleasure to my nighty eye right now.

I'm sleepless, but this I needed to see before...
What a keen write.

I love the whimsical glance your quill come up with, it must been some European in your blood? :)

E.L.

[Melissa Perry]

Wow this is so powerful an amazing. What a great write

[Daenerys]

I could really picture this in my mind. Great wording :)

[Sarah Redigan]

amazing ! seriously amazing!

[Hurdy]

Wow thank you all. 'Wicked' was definitely what I was going for; glad I executed it well. Thank you Sandra, and There's this girl, I really appreciate your commentary -- I'm glad you liked it!

[CHRIS ANDES]

good thoughts!!!

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wow that was WICKED! ^(*-*)^ a little scary i must admitt but overall very good

[Kim's Poems]

Powerful, suspensful and amazing,
loved the detail and imagery.
Awesome write!