Passages from the Book of Sorrows; Pt. 4
Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2005 2:02 pm
DREAM OF THE DISEASED BABE
The Child wails in agony. She has suffered violence and disease has infected the whole. She is beside Herself in delirium and laying in a pool of Her own filth. Have you no mercy? Will you not be moved? For I have seen as She was, whole and beautiful. I have heard Her cry out for that which She should not own. I have witnessed the True Abomination as Her mother set Her flesh ablaze. And I did mourn. Have you no mercy? Will you not be moved?
With the sound of Her lamentations in my ears I turned from my sins. With the sight of Her weeping sores in my eyes I sought wisdom. With the scent of Her infection in my nostrils I dreamed dreams. With the touch of Her withered hand on my flesh I hide from the Light. With the taste of Her tears on my tongue I knew the Dark Goddess. In night, in shadow, in darkened corridor She came to me. And She did offer mercy to me. And I must act, I can do no other. May the Dark Mercy sustain me.
The Child wails in agony. She has suffered violence and disease has infected the whole. She is beside Herself in delirium and laying in a pool of Her own filth. I must act. For I have recieved mercy. The disease is spread by the light of the Moon, and I have recieved mercy. There is no solice from the infection and it must be cut away, and I must act. The worlds have been polluted and have fallen away. The voice of the Light decieves the kindred races of Toril. And I must act, for I have recieved mercy. May the Dark Mercy sustain me.
I must be stedfast apart from fear. I must work while it persists. Her breath rasps continuously. Do you not hear? Her sunken eyes loll unceasingly. Do you not see? Yet, while the Child still lives I must live. For I may be the last unscathed by the leperous madness. Yet, while the Child still breathes I must breath. For I may the one to undo what the Light has done. I must not fall away. May the Dark Mercy sustain me.
The foolish dregs bathe in the waste of the Child, that they may become one with Her plague in madness. They exult in the suffering of the created for they are the scourge of all that was and now lives. They are the slaves of the night gloam, and must be done away. They are the lovers of the Lunatic Sister and strive to see the worlds ablaze with Her lunacy. Kill the slaves of the Unfaithful Bitch. Remove the diseased mind from the body of Faerun. May the Dark Mercy sustain us all in Her loving-kindness.
Chronicles of the Half-elf
And the half-elf came into the House of Sorrow, and he did record the words of his dreams. Under the protection of his Goddess and Her priestess he remained there, not to depart until his task was made complete. Thus he spent the silent hours of the blessed night alone, dreaming his dreams that they might be heard throughout the world.
On such an eve as this he did work, with prayers and fears and tremblings, that he might not err and be found pleasing to his Lady. Having laid down his quill, he found that he was not alone. But his priestess and another were there, listening to the dark words that came forth from him, for he spoke aloud as he wrote. Being pleased with the hearing of the visions, his priestess set him upon an errand, that he might find means to purchase food and drink. And this he did, for he did consider himself a bond-slave and no freeman. And having been compensated beyond his worth, he returned to the House of Sorrow. And when he entered in his priestess bid him farewell, for she had need to do that which was not for him to know. He humbled himself in her presence, praising her for her kindness, and she did leave. And so he turned to resume the task that laid before him.
Alas, he was not yet alone, for another was there. And not wanting to appear unseemly, he asked if he might be found worthy to share a brief period of the night in fellowship. And it was so. Through the hours they did speak, and they did partake together of the moondark prayer. As they spoke to one another, they began to know one another. And a fellowship that he had never known was darkened amongst them. And thus was he rewarded beyond his worth by the Mistress of the Night. And as the time of the Abomination drew near that would enlighten the world, they broke fellowship, for they both had need of rest. And so the other did depart. And he was alone.
And as he did make ready his slumber, he found that his heart both sang and grieved. He grieved at the loneliness that he felt at the leaving of his new found friend. Yet did his soul sing forth in praise of his merciful Goddesses loving-kindness that she should so bless him with the love of another. For such was unknown to him so that he never knew of its absence. Yet do the servants of the Unfaithful Whore proclaim that there is no love to be found in the hearts of the darkened. It is not so. For the half-elf did come into the House of Sorrow and he found a friend.
The Child wails in agony. She has suffered violence and disease has infected the whole. She is beside Herself in delirium and laying in a pool of Her own filth. Have you no mercy? Will you not be moved? For I have seen as She was, whole and beautiful. I have heard Her cry out for that which She should not own. I have witnessed the True Abomination as Her mother set Her flesh ablaze. And I did mourn. Have you no mercy? Will you not be moved?
With the sound of Her lamentations in my ears I turned from my sins. With the sight of Her weeping sores in my eyes I sought wisdom. With the scent of Her infection in my nostrils I dreamed dreams. With the touch of Her withered hand on my flesh I hide from the Light. With the taste of Her tears on my tongue I knew the Dark Goddess. In night, in shadow, in darkened corridor She came to me. And She did offer mercy to me. And I must act, I can do no other. May the Dark Mercy sustain me.
The Child wails in agony. She has suffered violence and disease has infected the whole. She is beside Herself in delirium and laying in a pool of Her own filth. I must act. For I have recieved mercy. The disease is spread by the light of the Moon, and I have recieved mercy. There is no solice from the infection and it must be cut away, and I must act. The worlds have been polluted and have fallen away. The voice of the Light decieves the kindred races of Toril. And I must act, for I have recieved mercy. May the Dark Mercy sustain me.
I must be stedfast apart from fear. I must work while it persists. Her breath rasps continuously. Do you not hear? Her sunken eyes loll unceasingly. Do you not see? Yet, while the Child still lives I must live. For I may be the last unscathed by the leperous madness. Yet, while the Child still breathes I must breath. For I may the one to undo what the Light has done. I must not fall away. May the Dark Mercy sustain me.
The foolish dregs bathe in the waste of the Child, that they may become one with Her plague in madness. They exult in the suffering of the created for they are the scourge of all that was and now lives. They are the slaves of the night gloam, and must be done away. They are the lovers of the Lunatic Sister and strive to see the worlds ablaze with Her lunacy. Kill the slaves of the Unfaithful Bitch. Remove the diseased mind from the body of Faerun. May the Dark Mercy sustain us all in Her loving-kindness.
Chronicles of the Half-elf
And the half-elf came into the House of Sorrow, and he did record the words of his dreams. Under the protection of his Goddess and Her priestess he remained there, not to depart until his task was made complete. Thus he spent the silent hours of the blessed night alone, dreaming his dreams that they might be heard throughout the world.
On such an eve as this he did work, with prayers and fears and tremblings, that he might not err and be found pleasing to his Lady. Having laid down his quill, he found that he was not alone. But his priestess and another were there, listening to the dark words that came forth from him, for he spoke aloud as he wrote. Being pleased with the hearing of the visions, his priestess set him upon an errand, that he might find means to purchase food and drink. And this he did, for he did consider himself a bond-slave and no freeman. And having been compensated beyond his worth, he returned to the House of Sorrow. And when he entered in his priestess bid him farewell, for she had need to do that which was not for him to know. He humbled himself in her presence, praising her for her kindness, and she did leave. And so he turned to resume the task that laid before him.
Alas, he was not yet alone, for another was there. And not wanting to appear unseemly, he asked if he might be found worthy to share a brief period of the night in fellowship. And it was so. Through the hours they did speak, and they did partake together of the moondark prayer. As they spoke to one another, they began to know one another. And a fellowship that he had never known was darkened amongst them. And thus was he rewarded beyond his worth by the Mistress of the Night. And as the time of the Abomination drew near that would enlighten the world, they broke fellowship, for they both had need of rest. And so the other did depart. And he was alone.
And as he did make ready his slumber, he found that his heart both sang and grieved. He grieved at the loneliness that he felt at the leaving of his new found friend. Yet did his soul sing forth in praise of his merciful Goddesses loving-kindness that she should so bless him with the love of another. For such was unknown to him so that he never knew of its absence. Yet do the servants of the Unfaithful Whore proclaim that there is no love to be found in the hearts of the darkened. It is not so. For the half-elf did come into the House of Sorrow and he found a friend.