Of Blood and Eternity

"Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name." -Sympathy for the Devil, The Rolling Stones

How to begin, my dear, how to begin...

A million different acts of thought, wickedness and guile
So resplendent in their blackened violet hue
Unbound by guilt or moral,
They ferried me here, on the winds of bitter enmity
To you...

Virtue,
You've held it for so long, my dear, dear sweet Marie
Trapped and fettered by your cares, a bride of mine, so blushful,
Innocent of men and evil plots so foul you misconstrue
Their meanings as purity and do not see, they are so vile...

Yet I digress, my Love
You wished to know of me, to see
To feel and taste everything I have to give
All of which I was, am, and will become
To have me speak the truth of it
That familiar nightmare
Immortality...

I shall speak to you now, yes, of blood,
Of Blood and Eternity,
Despair filled years of agony, not mine of course, but theirs
Those poor hapless fools, victims of their own iniquity
And me...

You see,
I am eternal, forever; there when Greece rose out of barbarity
I supped on the wine of Dionysus, silencing pitiful prayers
Feeding, raping, part of the carnage, the deaths of history
I was there, before even Noah's great flood...

But you know, my dove,
Time really has no meaning for one like me
My enemies, murdered or simply outlived
Just like my poor, perfect brother; the second son of Adam
Of course you don't believe, it's outlandish I admit,
Yet I could never compare
Unfortunately...

So come with me, fast, and I'll fulfill your dreams,
Tonight I am your wish master
You'll need never fear to call out my name
I'll be here, more than a madman's delusion
You carry the key, and I, I hold Pandora's Box...

Open it now and we'll follow where the Devil walks
I'll show you secrets of the dark and the beauty of illusion
Take my hand, I will set your desire aflame
Together we will claim all you could ever ask for
Merely close your eyes and ignore your heart's dying screams...

Come my Love, and share with me this eve,
All Hallows Night is come
There is no one left in which to cleave
We are together, you and I,
Refugees of the night
The two who murdered the dawn
Forever is ours at last
And God has not won...

I shall teach you now, yes, of blood,
Of Blood and Eternity...

Author's Note

Inspired by various myths, movies and tales of fiction...

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

You see,
I am eternal, forever; there when Greece rose out of barbarity
I supped on the wine of Dionysus, silencing pitiful prayers
Feeding, raping, part of the carnage, the deaths of history
I was there, before even Noah's great flood…

Well … no one could ever say you don't know how to sling a pen … great one here … dark one.

[Caradoc]

Thank you.

This narrator isn't one of those friendly neighborhood vampires we hear about so often in this day and age.

[Pryde Foltz]

I see ……….:)

[Lyn Anderson]

The first third reads like a love poem, then morphs into something entirely different, dark and magical. It is an expansive piece, and a great write.

[Caradoc]

Thanks, KL.

While I enjoy my shorter, more introspective pieces, these longer ones are my favorite.

[s y e]

I loved all the references in this poem, Caradoc -- This has so much meaning. I loved the wording and imagery too.

Amazingly well done as ever.

I loved it.

[Caradoc]

Thank you, Sye. I'm glad you liked this one.

Writing this was awesome for me; pulling threads from various myths and weaving them together. It was a lot of fun.

Have a good one.

[IzzyFizzy]

This was absolutely beautiful. And the best part was I knew exactly what you were talking about with the Greek mythology. Very graceful wording, acute use of repletion. Loved it!

[Caradoc]

So glad you found this enjoyable. Thank you for stopping by.

[SyberRose]

I will have to listen to the same music you listen to...nicely penned...and I enjoyed reading your reviews also.

[Caradoc]

Thank you. The music I listen to... a great mixture of things. I jump from genre to genre, band to band, song to song. I enjoy variety.

Be well.

[SyberRose]

Did you ever listen to Leonard Cohen on the internet...I love him.

[Caradoc]

I cannot say that I have. I shall have to look him up.

[Elisa]

Beautiful work! I was unsure of the narrator until he said his brother was Abel. It is wonderfully dark and Cain is presented quite humanly. He expresses the desire to be wanted in his past with his family and it is developed with this woman Marie. At first he seems dark and cruel when he tries to convince her to join him, but because of his past and his constant mention of eternity and how lengthy his life has been, he instead comes off as a younger Cain still desperate for love and attention. Once again this is a great poem and the language is very fitting for one who lives forever.

[Caradoc]

Thank your very much for your kind review. I am a fan of biblical lore and the figures therein. Cain is one of the more popular and I thought I would try my hand at one of the many interpretations of his curse.

[quinfinn]

this has an unmistakable flavor to it, i am immediately reminded of the lore of the vampire and yet, it also rings of that song by the rolling stones "sympathy for the devil" and i don't compare your words to that but i found myself thinking , after the line about tasting the wine of Dionysus the line "i rode a tank with a general's rank when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank"...regardless of intent, this is a very thought provoking and classical oriented piece of poetry....ethereal and sublime, you may consider this poet duly impressed!

[Caradoc]

You honor me.

Indeed, this and "Beckon Me Still" are both poems that are, in one view, about vampirism. Yet in a sense they might also be about an angel fallen from grace. Both are about curses and the stripping of humanity by immoral actions. I love metaphor and allusion.

Thanks for reading and reviewing, my friend.

[Black Cat Fever]

Very dark and seductive.There is beauty and menace here. I enjoyed the story in your poem and the poem itself.

[Rain]

I'm guessing you would not like my style of writing. Your wording tells me you have talent. I mean absolutely no disrespect..but your style, although I'm sure is loved by many, is just work that fails to grab me. I'm from the Bohemian era, which has a style much different. I'm guessing this is Vampire related(Not positive). I almost feel the need to apologize for not liking it, but it truly speaks more about me than your talent.
It's all a matter of taste. With deep respect for a Brother Writer, Rain (Ray)

[Caradoc]

You have your opinions and you have a right to like and dislike what you will. Everyone has different tastes and one thing I am sure of is some will love what I write, some will hate it, and some will have no feeling about it one way or the other. That's the way of things.

You have no need to offer apology for you have offered no insult and done nothing wrong. Civility and courtesy are things I believe are fast disappearing in the world, sadly, so it is a breath of fresh air to have someone tell me they don't like my work as politely as you have.

Thank you very much for reading and reviewing, more so, as you didn't like it.

Be well, Brother Writer.

-Caradoc

[captain]

the words in the poem are very inviting, enticing in fact for they lure you to the depths of its own power. I love the references of the subject, though i never figure out who he is, i find it really haunting, dark, and beautiful as the same time. another well done tale. I like it!!!

[Caradoc]

Again, I am gal that you enjoyed this poem. To give you the answer to the question I asked, as others have guessed, the narrator is the biblical Cain, first son of Adam and Eve and slayer of his brother Abel.

Thanks for reading and reviewing.

-Caradoc

[captain]

oh, I never knew that, the biblical reference is refreshing to me for i don't read it much, thanks for creating such intriguing poem. and your very much welcome