Monday, May 16, 2011

The Fifth Moon (Demonic Rape: Part I)

A Dramatic Prose Poem

The Fifth Moon (Eltz Castle, Night in the Mosel Valley)

Part I

(1974) I must talk to the dead, Eva said. The old seer listened closely, she asked for ten-marks for her services.

Said Eva, Is it death I must face to reach them?

Death, O death, responded Ronda, the seer, death with a tear you may think is death, but it is not.

So the old seer (at Eltz Medieval Castle, in the Mosel Valley of Germany) laid her hands upon her breasts, The Duke, called the Lion, looking from his den of Saxony and Bavaria (AD 1192), just stared.

Said the old Seer (with wide, owl looking eyes), You must not groan, when you go down to death lest you wake them up and spoil your quest!

If the dead come to my aid, I will reward you with 1000-Marks, said Eva; a nice sum.

In and out of the courtyard the old seer paced, swimming with thoughts, chanting; then someone somewhere was yanking on the iron bell ringer at the gate, a su mmon to let them in, and the seer opened it, but no one walked through, no one visible.

The breath of dusk, sank over the valley, a dark sickness came with it. And the old seer laid down, as it sank overhead, laid down holding her knees in her hands, her forehead bruised, as if something haunting had slapped her naked being around. She whimpered quietly, covering herself with old fallen leaves, as Eva knelt beside her. The moon had lowered itself; it seemed now to have acquired ripples, five ripples to its rim, making it look like five moons, five eyes looking at Eva.

The hideous night was developing into a crystal orange, purple ash night, laced with dark hues.

Both remained silent, Eva, waiting for the seer, and her journey to the voiceless deep; it was funny she thought how the fall leaves that laid upon the ground, around the seer, seemed to leap around her, and the air, the atmosphere had no wind, Evas nerves were under agitation.

Is it time, s he asked.

But the seers eyes were bolted shut, with blackness, black lids. Her pulse was nil: Eva stumbled and then stopped, and her body lifted, hands unseen once waiting, were not waiting anymore, but were laid over her breasts and diaphragm: then an assault took place, panting over her fleshly frame, young and tender like a childs; her flesh hotinside out, took on pain; then the presence withdrew, muttering as if it wasnt through

and the shadows now under the walls of the fortress, moved like blinking eyes: moved into a little light from the fire on the moons, as it trailed down upon these moving shapes in the courtyard, and the old woman seer, who didnt move and yet was bruised.

Ingles, speak Ingles, Eva cried. And the voice in that muttered in German went silent

I will take you down to hell to see your brother, who at one time was your lover, then another voice yelled,

The ghouls want her too!

Between the devils and the ghouls, the demons and the imps, she had to strip and dance for them as they sang ungodly songs. And she danced and they sang, and she danced and they sang, and the seer remained in some kind of trance, unmoved.

And the ghouls asked her to dance more, No, I will not, said Eva, in defiance, and the seers eyes opened,

My dear child, unless they are pleasedyou shall not see your brother, you must endure more, and she shouted this second time, scorched red from her attacks.

I cannot! said Eva, boldly.

A hand appeared, touched hers, and accepting this alien being for just a second, strange it seemed, it undid her garments; she had just fastened back on. She tried to stop the hands: tears now rolled over her face, but the male voice, just said in a chanting way:

This is part of your agreement!

Naked her beauty was taken again!

The moon now bright, and as white as her skin: the shadows all leaped about her, as she wept; the husky spirit now ruled her. And the spirits continued to dance across her naked body.

Slender was her body, in the moons light, and the polluting, penetrating dance of the spiritsalmost visible, but not quite, all of them seemed to touch her inviolability, or what was, almost once, what ever had taken place, between her brother and her, she was no longer an invidious virgin, not at this hour of time.

The dead wanted her, the chant continued as the seer closed her eyes; Evas spirit almost broken, wailing inside of her; her legs trembling.

She heard the voice again, the one that was trying to enslave her.

Obey it saidcold it was the lurking shadows, as the evening was, and the lurking moons; everything had substance now, the moons light upon her, the shadows and shapes over her, upon her; flesh assaults continued to take place, the beautiful girlish body was pulsating now in pain, pain from the beasts like parade that had invaded her, widening her frame.

It rained from the moon: shadows; watching shadows. Her body now gone mad; the seer still in her trance, Eva, now running out of the courtyard, down to the Valley by the riverthe Mosel: shadows swaggering along in a long trail. She hidon hands and knees, telling herself, if this is less than hellby gosh, my brother must be insane by now, then she added, his soul can live without seeing me. She had had enough.

The five-moons were now becoming one again, she noticed, as if she had been somewhat in a trance herself. She remain hidden half naked behind the boulders and foliage. Said that same old sounding husky voice, Show your face Eva, we got carried away, weve traded love and wisdom, for power and control, long ago, and it was hard to let go. And as she looked above the stones, there was her brother on hands and knees, on a dog leash, barking.

She would not show her face, she had only desire to offer them, to fulfill their needs, but at too high a price. She had been brought down t o disgrace. This loving making was not clean; savagery had ripped her and soiled her.

There the seer stood, looking at her, in back of her, said, They cannot murder you, and only make you endure them. Now you can go to hell with your brother if you wish. They will keep their deal; they have to, for it is written.

But out of some kind of protest she said, but did not want to say, But can I come back, will I be able to? She told herself inside her mind: realize Eva, devils lie, ghouls stretch the truth, they will simply keep telling me: it is postponed and Id never get home.

The child in you is dead, now dead, you were submissive, and there are more spirits that want you willing to do whatever you wish!

And she thought, deeply thought, with them there is no opposing once in their hands; God forbid. When does more sin, buy anything worth while? She looked at the moon, it was only one, and she felt good.

Then the husky spirit dragged her brother by the hair, all around her, like a flying vampire. Said the voice,

Did you know Eva, when you lay in the courtyard; your brother was among the many that lifted your legs, put fire inside of you? He was a snake on top of you, he likes being a snake

Oh, she thought, if it is not desire they get fed, it is hate they wish to have called: revenge.

Eva knew there were many watching: for pleasure, many that swept over her, but had no idea her brother wouldand he nodded his headyes, when she looked at him for confirmation.

Then the seer, just like that, disappeared, Ah! Eva said, adding, shes a ghost-seer, and so the old woman burns with lust also.

Said the old husky voice, She will be back, the dead are ripe for thisshe had you in her real form.

Eva looking at the moon, there was only one, not five, as they had troubled her before. Come, follow me, it will not burn, God does not look down in hell, so He will not see what is happening, it will be p leasure, with the door shut.

But Eva hated this voice, this maddening horded of ghouls and devils, shadows and shapes, and all; now she hated her brother as well, hated them all the same: and knelt where she had stood, and started to pray.

She prayed loud and clear, wounded she was, yet she cried to the high heavens, past the moon. Half naked she cried, and the ghoul was no longer by her side. Shame and grief had burned up her love for her brother; and her being was now hollow, voiceless, Let fire eat fire, she cried, I am alive. And long black shadows shouted, mimicking her turned the valley into an empty echo: stillness, no wind: as a little tornado had come and chased every shadow out in a hurry. And a voce said, You called me?

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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetic Drama
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