5# Tales from long ago - Turned.

You, my Beloved, may place me in chains,

Your hands simple tools, to Satan's mind games.

My soul just a painting, to add to His collection,

His power your paint, to my canvased inception.

I'm dangled as plaything, commands I hear spoken,

Though long understanding, my will must be broken.

I'm shattered and bitten, bloodied and wrought,

no single part, escaped a fierce thought.

Yet key to our unity, lay here eternal,

hidden on pages, within my own journal.

I could never be turned, through pain or enticement,

My fate ever rested, in words on old parchment.

You, my Beloved, at last saw the truth in my heart's deepest song,

The truth of my journals, the clues all along.

You, my Beloved, found power to turn me with two simple words,

As I fell to my knees, in tears long deserved.

My ripped open heart, no longer resisted.

Your sobbing hitched breath, said those words as you whispered ...

'"Love me"

'I wept. I screamed. I howled. I was in emotional agony. Like never before in my life. I never knew how much pain I could feel until that moment. The fire I felt, the anger, the fury, the strength, right then, I would have burned the world to save her. No matter the cost, my life didn't matter, my soul didn't matter, nothing I had mattered. All I wanted to do was take a creature that needed me and give her everything. And none of the pain was for me. It was all for her. Every second of it, every tear, every scream, I wanted to save her in a way she couldn't save herself, and I never knew I could ever be so broken until I looked at her face and saw the longing she held in her eyes to finally be in a world she wanted to live in. My emotions exploded. I was finished. I was finally torn from life. And all that was left, was my love. For her.'

My final acceptance, of rites lost to journal,

Brought You fallen Angel, to matters infernal.

To give life and soul, true love and its need,

To bond with Beloved, through blood rites and her creed.

My Satan, protector, and cruelest of lovers,

My dearest most cherished, and thoughtful of brothers.

Appearing through wife, opaque within eyes,

Her flesh simple vessel, my turning, was time.

Your energies taken, through wife in host form,

Added my soul, to your lost legion's swarm.

With You fallen Angel, accepting my turn,

While knowing for her love, I'd willingly burn.

Ripping through mind, ripping through soul,

As ripped open heart, joined blood spilling toll.

Showing existence of plane rarely seen,

And taking my hand through dimension between.

Turning me into Your child of commitment,

Taking me back to the mind of an infant.

My mother and father and sister all dead,

Past lovers, remembered yet long ago fled.

I'm fired and tempered in all that I've lost,

Your presence destroys me, I'm ripped from the cross.

I screamed my goodbye to God and his nation,

My soul then turned, into death's false salvation.

I fell into blackness, no sense of perception,

Or God and his law, or man and his mention.

My last human thought, Satan's hand was not offered,

but mine using soul, through the writings I authored.

'I found myself in a dimension between life and death.

My feelings are whole in ways not of man, the universe mine, to explore beyond life.

The deepest and blackest of the vast oceans, I can breathe, with no need for air.

I feel no cold, yet see wind barren land, forever obscured by man's arrogant blight, his buildings, his structures or imprudent plans.

A desolate place of no human colour, I see forever, a monochrome hue, of blacks and greys, a similar blue, dark and slick yet quagmire, viscous, drawing me into its cherished embrace, making me part of its perfect contentment, adding my thoughts to its own very placement.

One within the land, yet still free to travel, deeper and deeper into its oceans, now part of me, as I am to it, yet Satan beside me, supporting my need to explore and discover, supporting my need to maintain unique feelings, not found within body of weak human flesh, traveling further and deeper than ever before, long past my belief of even return, taken from mind, my wife's adoration, no thought to my soul, of God's restoration, or people of Earth, all lost from elation.

I cared for nothing besides fallen Satan, so far away from God's book of creation, further and deeper, far beyond time,

even space disappeared, to finally see,

within Your very centre, a simple reflection,

of You, beside me.

Only a return to physical form allows human feelings of life on Earth's floor. I'm restored to my shivering body, ice-cold, out of sync, my life force unsettled though back from the brink. Not only have I changed through knowledge accrued, but Earth's motioned orbit, strange and askew.

The Earth is not how I left it, something is missing, the part that is missing, is missing from me. For I conscious being, I have not returned whole, most part left behind, my other world soul.

You gave me sight, my fallen Angel,

No longer constricted to simple organics, my vision sees through Earth's distracting mechanics.

You've changed me, in the deepest of ways,

You've changed me, everything is so very beautiful because of You, I see and feel, so deeply, a sound becomes physical, tangible, palpable, my sight, so deep, of vibrant hue, of energy, life force hidden from view, feelings, cascading, from souls in their passing, all knowing the truth of this world's fallen blessing, from taste as a texture, a scent or a feeling, its energy felt within mind for ingesting.

I now see the truth of beauty withheld, through all senses combined into vivid reality, no longer smothered. All that is left is to simply,

be.