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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,424
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Bound
Bound
A garden in the moonlight. Trees bathed in silvery light. White climbing roses on crumbling brick walls, shimmering with dew drops. Grass, almost black, reflecting the obsidian sky in each damp blade.
She walked across the grass, her bare feet crushing the delicate blades of grass. The full moon highlighting the clinging black dress she wore, as she moved towards an ancient stone altar in the centre of some trees. In her arms she carried a black cloth wrapped bundle.
Upon reaching the altar she unwrapped the bundle. The black cloth was spread over the altar. A bowl was placed in the centre; water from a bottle was poured into the bowl. Two candles, one black was placed on the right of the water filled bowl, and one red was placed on the left. Spiders’ webs were placed in front of the bowl, a single red rose to the left of the webs, and an atheme to the right, and finally a scrap of cloth to the right of the atheme.
She knelt in front of the altar, and looked up at the full moon. She stated to chant;
“In dark of night
In full of moon
I ask of the goddess
This one boon,”
Upon these words she lifted the spiders’ web and dropped it into the bowl of water.
“Bind unto me
This ones soul,”
She placed the scrap of cloth into the water, and then lifted the atheme.
“With blood of mine,”
She drew the atheme across the palm of her hand, and watched as her blood seeped into the water.
“To make him whole,”
She plunged her hand into the water, her blood was drifting from the wound, diluting as it mixed with the water. Taking her hand from the water she took the rose in her still bleeding palm.
“As death is life
As life is death
I make this plea
By the powers of earth
So mote it be!”
As she said the last words she crushed the rose and watched the bloody petals drift on the water. Slowly slipping sideways to the ground. She lay there asleep under the full moon.
A garden in the moonlight. Trees bathed in silvery light. White climbing roses on crumbling brick walls, shimmering with dew drops. Grass, almost black, reflecting the obsidian sky in each damp blade.
She walked across the grass, her bare feet crushing the delicate blades of grass. The full moon highlighting the clinging black dress she wore, as she moved towards an ancient stone altar in the centre of some trees. In her arms she carried a black cloth wrapped bundle.
Upon reaching the altar she unwrapped the bundle. The black cloth was spread over the altar. A bowl was placed in the centre; water from a bottle was poured into the bowl. Two candles, one black was placed on the right of the water filled bowl, and one red was placed on the left. Spiders’ webs were placed in front of the bowl, a single red rose to the left of the webs, and an atheme to the right, and finally a scrap of cloth to the right of the atheme.
She knelt in front of the altar, and looked up at the full moon. She stated to chant;
“In dark of night
In full of moon
I ask of the goddess
This one boon,”
Upon these words she lifted the spiders’ web and dropped it into the bowl of water.
“Bind unto me
This ones soul,”
She placed the scrap of cloth into the water, and then lifted the atheme.
“With blood of mine,”
She drew the atheme across the palm of her hand, and watched as her blood seeped into the water.
“To make him whole,”
She plunged her hand into the water, her blood was drifting from the wound, diluting as it mixed with the water. Taking her hand from the water she took the rose in her still bleeding palm.
“As death is life
As life is death
I make this plea
By the powers of earth
So mote it be!”
As she said the last words she crushed the rose and watched the bloody petals drift on the water. Slowly slipping sideways to the ground. She lay there asleep under the full moon.