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The Nocturnicon
Andrew McAuliffe

Love me
Love me till the end of time
Keep me
Keep me in your heart
Your heart ‘cause you’re always in mine
I’ll love you to death
Restore you with the Odic breath
I’m here
I’m here
I am your worst fear...

Casting spells to keep you for thine own self
Raising souls to bind you to my own eternal soul
Round and round the circle’s bound encapturing your heart
Darkness, darling, now your home
I’ll see you when you’re dead...

©21st November 2007


The Serpentine Hellgate

Andrew McAuliffe

Serpentine
Headin’ towards
Heavens’ doors
Serpentine is calling me
Killing me
Serpentine
My Saturnine
My evil mind is paralysed
The garden’s no longer my home you see
He kicked me out
I’m all alone
I’m all alone
I’m all alone...

Even when I’m sleeping Hellgate follows me (follows me)
Even when I’m sleeping God keeps judging me (killing me)
Serpentine’s the tempter that keeps following me (following me)
Even when I’m dead the blood will flow from me (flow from me)

Serpentine assembled me
Made me into a human being
God is here and God is there
Judging me
Always judging me...


Even when I’m sleeping Hellgate follows me (follows me)
Even when I’m sleeping God keeps judging me (killing me)
Serpentine’s the tempter that keeps following me (following me)
Even when I’m dead the blood will flow from me (flow from me)

©21st November 2007


Neptune’s Lament
Andrew McAuliffe

“They try to justify their prejudice
The constant meeting of face and fist
The fact that they all have no heart
Just goes to show the fact that they’re all backwards
And have no shame...”

© 13th November 2007


Girl Called Silence
Andrew McAuliffe

“As dawn appeared She realised the world was one cruel place to be a woman. Her femininity suppressed by patriarchy. Her one belief in a god just/fair began to flounder. She could tell she was being watched, every second of every minute of every day, She felt as though she was being judged. Her hair swinging in the wind, Her eyes welled up. She surrounded yet alone in Her misery... in Her life. And in the twilight hours, She fell to her knees and out came Her tortured cry: “Why? Why have you forsaken me??”
Candle flames encompassing the blissful enchantment. Oh, how She longed to be touched with His gentle hand; just to be kissed by God. Equality eluded Her. The stories She was told have not come close to Her ideals. She realises everything is not as it seems. She recognises the oncoming storm as symbolic of answers She’s longed for all Her life. Her fingertips tingle; energy dying to break out.
She continues to cry. Floods of tears, the river of life within. The knowledge and wisdom in Her tears fall on the women of the world and she says: “We shall inherit this world.”
Unsafe in life yet safe in the arms of Her faith in the One just/fair; the harp begins to sound. She stands by the ocean, on the beach known as desire and this makes Her feel alive again. The sun begins to set. It’s warmth enticing. It makes Her want to walk out into the ocean... deep down into the ocean... the waves of life crashing over.
She thinks Her mind is made up but it’s not. She pushes Her hair behind Her ear and looks down at the earth She stands upon. “We are One,” she says. She feels a sense of belonging never felt before.
Each breath She takes, each deep inhalation infuses her with divinity and aids the growth of the divine light within Her. She feels incredible, powerful, spiritual, enchanted, and dynamic. Her soul so dynamic and Her auraic shine so intoxicatingly gorgeous She feels She can take on the world... but this time She’s strong enough to win.
Silence... night pulls in and She rests.
She slumbers deep in the depths of the mental realm. Her unconscious revealing truths, Her dreams with their relevance for the whole of humanity. She sees Herself in the desert; Queen of all She sees.
And at dawn She sets to work. A garden of extraordinary beauty, trees of awesome grace and presence, intoxicating lakes of water, purest/clear. The most succulent fruit.
And on the 7th day She’s done.
Her work complete.
The battle won.
Proud, She rests. Her tears of past seem a lifetime ago. Her smile now radiates.
And he appears.
He bows down before Her and kisses Her feet. He runs His fingers through Her hair and then looks Her directly in the eye and says:
“Thou art Goddess...”

©14th October 2003
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