What does one feel, when one is brought to knowing without benefit of learned its knowledge?

Aphelion

Yearning for days of yore
in elysian daydreams
Burn with a fatal gloss
a confounding mirror of souls
Dance with the winterwinds
in thy visions so sanguine
Glance upon Stygian streams
where lies hidden a pale secrecy

Hark...
lures of the siren
yearn for the days when blithe thou was

Sworn to a secrecy
an arcanum devotee
Mourning a life with thee
a descendance of watery argentine
Trance of thy frailty
endure the exsanguine
Glance beyond closed eyelids
the conundrum of all mysteries
Crossing in life... my heart
with silver in times... I'm weak
too weak...
Wan circling skies
secretes... silvering sorrow
Precious to me Aphelion
Thou are the fields where we wither still
Exhaust in thy waning world
My Aphelion
on a broken mirror
where the veils of night and day seems as one
May thy lids gather again
on a vast and frail crusade
Invigoration of pain pervation this time

Aphelion
In decadence I take thee by the hand
too frail... to gain the promised land
too frail... to take your pain away
too frail... a sequel of decay
May milleniums gather
on the mirage of desolated souls
far between departure and sorrow
I breed my afterthought
In thy hours of vast dejection's haunt... wane
An angel strays upon my door
so frail and lost within
To weep upon her days of yore
my decadent come in
Her stain and tears upon my floor
the sorrow that she brings
Devotion of a life outworn
in decadence come in
May thy lids desorb from emerald seas
a pending solitary
Though thy pain redeems, life it seems to be a fragile sanctuary
-- by Tristiana

To know everything that is placed within without ever having experienced it? To know not to touch the burning pan without some psychosomatic flexing of the hand that another child experienced burning. To know how to pleasure a creature and be pleasured, yet bearing the form of a virgin? So many questions that a mere mortal can never understand, for he has learned his ways.... mine were set within me.


Image Copyrighted to Dorian Cleavenger.

Innocence is a mask well worn by many Imajian predators.
Have you ever gazed upon the face of Death.
The Dominion of Death is sensual and beautiful. I, myself, can be very deceiving.
Many of those who have sought to harm the Divine Lineage have fallen pray to a few "innocent maidens".

I will never know the wonderment of being a child, when the old world seems so new. To me, it has always been here. Nor will I comprehend the first time a youg one was embarrassed, for I never had cause to be. Awkward fumblings from a first time lover as they try so hard to satisfy their partner.... I do not know this.


Image Copyrighted to Dorian Cleavenger.

I do not regret never having experienced childhood or infancy.

For I am created just to be.To be everything and anything my mistress desires. I can protect without my hand ever experiencing touching a blade. Many would call this a boon, but I am given cause to wonder what it would have been like to learn.

"I look to the sky
The sun has faded away
The moonlight shines on me
The Gods play their symphonies..."
-- by Sins of Thy Beloved

But it is of no consequense. My name is Shade Sewinter.... Winter for you who are not of the Blood, and I am all things to the Mistress, and best for it for all who desire her or her Family harm to remember.... I never learned what a consciense was, nor, truly, would it matter if i did?

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