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I was young then, and wicked, and so full of sin

that I made me a Daemon of copper and tin.

I thought it the finest that I'd ever do;

For myself I'd create the best possible You.



I soldered it well, with hot iron and spell,

and gave it a tongue from a stolen church bell.

With care drew the Pentagram, closed line with knife

and muttered the words which would bring it to life.



It looked at me slyly, long moments t'was still,

I plucked up my shuddering courage and will:

Oh Daemon, be welcome and please to draw near

and whisper the secret I've waited to hear.



It said:

Love, I have waited in darkness for you.

This moment of life starts a dream which comes true.

From desire without form I was torn, although hidden,

to search for the Other and do what was bidden.



I've a legend brought down from lost ages of time,

conveyed by vague voices in cryptiform rhyme:

That when you have called me and made me your own

forever we'll search for That we've never known.



It said:

Lover, I find that the state of your mind

is quite closely directed, precisely defined.

I'm a student of realms you think rare and exotic;

I've mastered all arts that you find so erotic.



Each secret perversion or obscene diversion

you cherish (or covet) I've got a new version.

With passion prolonged and excitement extended,

I'll mirror your lust ...'til your mind is distended...



With sensual skills we'll have maddening thrills,

I've brought windowpane, opium, mushrooms and pills.

With Turkish Delight and some Frankenstein Fright

I'm certain we'll have a most glorious night!



I assure you, my love, my programs retain

identical data to those in your brain.

I'm what you always wanted, the being so true;

I'm the lover that You have created for You.



I'm the sensuous song you sing in your head,

the things you believe, not the words that you said.

The beauty you know is the beauty I see

and, except for the paint job, you might well be me.



You made me of copper with patches of brass

and tin 'stead of skin coldly covers my ass.

But my heart beats like yours, can you see past the form?

If you'll just close your eyes I will be soft and warm.



My darling, believe me when I tell you true:

There's no Other, my lover, there's just me and you.

If that's not enough I will breathe in your ear:

Well then, you do your act, I'll just stand up and cheer.



But I looked at that Daemon curled up on my bed

and the prospect so filled me with horror and dread

that I cried: If you're really the best dream I own,

then please get out of here and just leave me alone.



Then the Pentagram flared! 'twas like Satan in ire!

The room came ablaze in a haze of bale fire.

The Pentagram smouldered...the Daemon was gone.

Had I lost my true lover 'fore ever I'd known?



But a bell sounded softly, I felt it tolled true:

I'm no more a Daemon, my love, than are you.

I must follow desire, wrest passion from fate;

Forever, my darling, for you will I wait.



Tomorrow I'll come and again play the game

for the sight of your face or the sound of your name.

Forever, as ever the moth seeks the flame

I'll return, 'though I know that your answer's the same.



I was young then, and wicked, and so full of sin

that I made me a Daemon of copper and tin.

But when I gave it life and it wanted to play

it scared me so much that I threw it away.

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DemonicDoll
03:55 May 02 2012

this is just amazing (=

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BLOODLIFE
10:36 May 02 2012

Great read :-)

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