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A Nightmare Memory

A Nightmare Memory
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A Nightmare Memory






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.

A Nightmare Memory II
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A Nightmare Memory



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.

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

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.

A Nightmare Memory III
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A Nightmare Memory





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.

A Nightmare Memory IV
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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.

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