Hymn of Judith Sidhe

Wrote this for my cousin after being inspired by his ex-girlfriend's painting she did of him as a dark angel wearing a mask

Cast out the loathsome light
of the sun who scorches your skin.
Now embrace cackling shadows
that bring your porcelain mask.
Your robe is laced in the moon’s beauty,
the stars embroidering the hood
that hangs over your head,
and the night shudders
as wind plays whimsical song
with the trees chanting your name
in silent despair
and reckoning fear.

O! Judith Sidhe,
take ready for night’s flight.
cast your man-made wings
and flee forth from your eternal quagmire.

Engulfing darkness,
muffled screams;
Light raped from her altar,
left to weep alone.
You find and pity her;
cradle her in embrace,
turning her to darkness,

and gave her the name “Night”.
Nightly sanctuary
has left its doors open
to welcome all who take refuge
from Day and Sun.
Dark and envious clouds watch as you sprout wings;
ravens flock with you, joining your long and enduring flight.

Now the Gods look and envy
your immortal and dark beauty
and strike in anger at your delicate wings,
slaughtering all your ravens.
Feathered wings torn and ruined,
joints pulled out of place from cruel force,
hands gathering the pretty black feathers.
The Fallen sing.
Porcelain mask shattered and broken,
face burrowing in palms,
while fingers dig in skin
as you sob and scream.
Left to cry in the absence of the Gods,
my poor angel, Judith,
must now walk instead of fly.
Moon no longer can comfort,
silence stills the cold air,
and wind shudders the horrid deed
as night goes on
despite Judith’s screams.

O! Judith Sidhe,
shadows pace about you,
trying all they can to bring sweet solitude,
but they scatter at a new presence
and the trees murmur an old name:

“Lord Cayne is among us, dark angel!
Lord Cayne, the parasite of life.”

The Dark One, who stalks in the night
to dine on many Garous’ fine human cattle,
approaches you in silent and graceful steps,
while wearing a false sympathy to
cover lust and greedy intentions.
Cayne spoke:

“O! Judith Sidhe,
my dark and vengeful child,
weep not for yourself,
dry these trembling tears
and embrace the Darkness
that awaits you.
Come! Come join me in eternal death
and we shall feast on Life.
I’ll mend your broken wings
and wash away the filth
and pluck away your shame.
For you have not sinned.”

Now Cayne bent onto his knees,
his cold and slender hands placed on your shoulders,
and his soft, tender, yet cold lips
kissed you upon the brow.
You welcomed him timidly,
your body shivered,
yet it all seemed that time went by fast
as your eyes saw it flow from the growing red river.

O! Judith Sidhe,
reborn as a new son
of the beloved Father,
the Dark Lord Cayne.
No longer a beautiful dark angel.
No longer beautifully sane.

 

 

 

 

 

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Here is the painting my cousin's girlfriend did of him:

 

Author's Note

Just to clear up some confusion:


Cayne is the name of the mythical Vampire God from the Book of Nod, and the Garou are Werewolves who used humans as cattle (though some sources from the White Wolf's role playing games universe they protect the humans from vampires and other supernatural creatures).

The reason I used Cayne in this poem is because my cousin not only believes he was an angel in another life, but became a vampire after he fell from grace (Cayne being his sire).

The lines:

You welcomed him timidly,
your body shivered,
yet it all seemed that time went by fast
as your eyes saw it flow from the growing red river.

What is happening here is Judith allowing Cayne to turn him into a vampire, and though he later hesitates its too late to turn back as he sees his blood flow out from the bite like a red river.

Reviews

[Twilight]

Good writing, and a very long poem. That must have been no ordinary painting, which inspired you! Having said that, paintings quite often inspire people to write, or engage in some other artistic activity.

Presumably, "The Dark One" in this piece, is supposed to represent Satan? Either way, it is loaded with powerful imagery. Also, your imagery is not merely cosmetic. It genuinely adds, to the emotion and power of this piece. Also, in my experience, having a tangible or physical source of inspiration (such as a painting in this case), sometimes helps one's mind to focus on the creative process.