A Nightmare Memory
A Nightmare Memory
PART II
In walked the Inquisitor with
a voice that sneered contempt
As he pinched my nipples and
fondled my sex then stepped
Upon my broken toes
as I screamed in agony,
proceeded to brutally
and violently rape me.
He raped not just one hole
but both intermittently
All the time screaming
foul obscenities.
When he had spent his seed,
he called many others
Who gleefully ravaged
my body bloody as brothers.
The Inquisitor then
pulled up a stool
To place his face in
front of mine, like a bull
Screaming names of devils and
demons through spittle and drool
He picked up the rose, pulling
it's thorns until his palm was full,
He then pushed a thorn
under each of my finger nails,
until I, screaming, lost
consciousness and forward fell.
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A Nightmare Memory
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PART III
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When I awoke he had
quill and parchment in hand
with written confessions
of witchcraft to demand
That I sign with mine
own blood to cleanse
His hands of any wrong
doing as a sinner's defense.
He released my chains,
attached to my wrists from the wall
laid me on stone platform,
so that my name I could scrawl.
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If I did not sign, he threatened my sex
would receive the branding of irons red hot
of the devils mark as each limb was severed
in several places to put me in shock...
I signed my name to
their parchment of words,
As maniacally the Inquisitor
laughed leaning forward
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He spread my legs
and arms apart to lock
the chains through the rings
that were in the stone block
exposing my sex as
wide as he could, leering
at my nakedness, his eyes
burned into mine, searing
Screaming inches
from my face;
“Now you'll burn bitch,
alive in two days!”
He then savagely raped me
pushing his fist inside
until I felt I might split
apart, my sex very dry.
Others appeared, and pillaged
all orifices, I crying, as I bled
then I was unchained and
dumped in a corner as dead.
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A Nightmare Memory
PART IV
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I awoke and dragged my body along
the floor until I reached the vent
Whistling high frequencies on the
wind that my message be sent
Bringing the small Faery
as well my trusted steed,
to help me escape
this nightmare to feed;
On the magickal potions
to heal, my freedom to gain
for this monster would pay,
for these acts were insane
Capricorn exalted in
and amongst the stars
By the power of Aries
and the red planet Mars.
My fate would not be
to succumb to this vile
Belief that I, was here
for them to defile.
The Inquisitor would live
to be a ripe old age,
His flesh rotting from the
inside-out in a cage.
His pain would be ten-fold
mine own to behold
His minions feeding him,
his own priests three fold.
Hanging from chains, my wrists bleeding and bruised
I stare at bare feet, with tight manacles used.
I believe July 2, 1564 is the date
I am 43 years old and widowed by my loving mate.
My castle grounds in the rolling hills before the sea
Have been confiscated and all I owned taken from me.
It is cold in the dungeon jail where I am held
The sun does not reach the wall to which I am nailed.
I am naked, hungry and full of despair
Awaiting the Inquisitor, my flesh to tear.
Someone has thrown a blood red rose at my feet
Why this is so, I query aloud in defeat.
My crimes for which I am to be tortured into submission
Are growing and harvesting healing herbs without permission
Of the Church and Bishop’s fine blessing from the Christians.
I was wealthy and free until the Dominican monks came
Invading my lands, stealing and pillaging without shame.
A Keltoi princess of noble blood by birthright
High Priestess skilled in herbology, village midwife.
My medicines would not heal the priest who fell quite ill.
Possessed of a sickness unknown to this island’s hills
That pocked the body and face
With pus and a fevered haze.
The next week upon my lands a horse and carriage rode
Driven by a priest with accusations, burst into my home.
Calling me a fire haired witch, with green demon eyes
Cursing horrible insults amidst my screams and cries,
Swinging his horses whip upon me in stinging blows.
Then four more trespassers appeared and bloodied my nose.
They pinned me to the ground, as they tied my hands and feet,
Then tossed me into the carriage like a piece of meat.
Terrified I bounced about while the priest proclaimed his litany
And that I would confess to Satan worship in devilry.
It was night fall when we arrived where my clothes
Were ripped from my body as they broke my toes.
They tied me to a post as my back they whipped
Until into unconsciousness with mercy I slipped
When I awoke to the church bells ringing loudly to my ears
And discovered this dungeon of torture as I whimpered in fear.