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Spectral Witch Of The Hex River

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.... On a mountainous horizon their vision cast to dreams of agriculture.... (Says the spirit:) "Many dreary moons ago I have lost what you have found. My envy eats like ravenous maggots and revenge is what is keeping me near." ... And so, the couple's farm home is being built and a sense of happy ever after bloomed.... Staring hauntingly at the mountain's highest hill. Where her thoughts roam free and endlessly. Her head pressed against the empty windowpane, as if controlled by a sudden force. But now mist rolls down from the mountainous valley, the Moon's eerie light illuminates a spirit of tragedy and despair. Chasing away the ominous threat and falls into her lover's arms. She can't afford that emotions run high. All their dreams lie in wait, the maiden possess elegant flair. Guests were invited, the wedding draws near. Even he feels so proud, his soul became whole again. He would protect her with means at all cost. A pair unite in paradise, but nothing can forever last. The spirit's lurking (in) the frames of the house. .... Scenic landscapes reaching for the majestically Matroos Mountains ...
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'n Gees wag gretig op die nuutgeborene. Vir eeue dra hy die wrok van verlore liefde. Geduldig, onrustig die huis kreun in afwagting. Hy wandel tussendeur hul toekomsdrome. He lurks behind, thirsting until he finds.... Passion drunk altars he plants his seed inside her. Their spirits unite in euphoria. A child is conceived, the demon sighs deep. As the lovers cry in ecstasy. Inside the womb and the belly of the cellar. The spirit manifests to become the house. For centuries he has yearned to find release …. For centuries he has yearned to find release …. (The demon spake:) "I can almost feel myself infesting their Garden. It is not the flesh I crave; my yearning lingers on. I cradle thorns and jagged stones just to get close to you. The innocence of an unborn soul I await with baited breath. I lie in wait not for revenge, I yearn for Everlast. A bitter tale of rejected warmth when they saw through my murky mask. Filled with wraith I shall forth claim this child as mine at last." Afskuwelik, vuil reuke vul die bedompige kelder. Soos stoom, soos mis neem hy hul drome oor. Geen gesag, slegs woede lê daar en wag. (Asmodeus screamed with might:) "Die een wat Eliza gedoop sal word, is MYNE" The infant's arrival, he hovers besides her. His soul is weary, yet he salivates. Resentment for thousands of years. He cannot keep back his tears
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On a dreary moonlit night. She felt her spirit overcome by fright. In the deathly gallows of another future storm. All that remains is a spirit that's forlorn. In the age when the Nephilim roamed the Earth. Over plains of grief-stricken land. Asmodeus lost his sight on her, a woman with a soul so pure. Rising from the shadows below and deep within. He knew this act of love was forbidden. He would sacrifice his rite of Everlast. His prowess to seduce all of mankind .... (In agony the demon shouted:) "I.... ..... have fallen..." One starless night he revealed him unto her, their spirits united in tales of splendid wonder. One moment of her glimpse transcend him into Paradise. Treaded into her realm, his essence now a sacrifice. Little did he know that his kindred saw. Hues of light so bright in his darkened soul. They felt enraged; eyes turning onyx black. Asmodeus tethered the twice-fold realms. (In utter remorse the spirit cried:) "I.... .... have fallen ... I have fallen beyond Grace" Then on a mournful, sombre starless night. The dark elders decided upon his fate. For this he'll have to pay a vicious price. According to legends, the Seven Princes of Hell soon became one less. (So said the Stygian Council:) "Asmodeus! Our purpose is to lust the flesh, deceive the mind and claim the soul. Unholy scrolls read your punishment: A mere spirit devoid of life and death" Entwined eternally between the living and the dead. He cannot even seep into her lucid dreams. His grip on her ghost was released so heartlessly. Free now was her soul from his blinding power. He never knew the pain; thoughts were torn asunder. He vowed to never rest, searching for his .... .... long lost love!
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Eliza! Heart of stone! On a misty morning, with the dewdrops falling. Eliza heard a darkest, deepest calling. At the age of three, voices met with glee. A certain red flower cast a spell on her. Disa aconitoides possessed her deepest self. As the years kept passing by her beauty sparkled like the stars. More radiant than the waxing moon. Yet Eliza built a fortress ‘round her icy soul Young men from afar would come to court for her hand. Asmodeus planted seeds of vanity and sorcery. One day Eliza trapped a rat and watched it starve to death. She felt dark control and to later turn into woe. When the next lad came and pleaded for her love, Her instruction made him ponder more than once. He walked up to the family cat with a butcher’s knife in his hand... shaking! The young man could not present the cat’s head on a stake. Not even for her heart could he commit a heinous act. She felt true pity for him. Her expectations were much more. Petals reflecting moonlight. The spirit dwells within her dreams. Eliza felt the presence of a dismal kind. Sorrow and deepest grief surrounded her sleep. Emotions of utter loss filled her burdened soul. These feelings were unknown yet strangely familiar ....
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.... so familiar, her pride cast shadows upon her humility. Majestic beauty in a mirror caused her eyes to only see perfection. Dozens came for her enchantment. None was able to impress her. Colder and darker became her assessment. She demanded the rare red flower. It gleamed brightly from the mountain. Stone and rocks, a trail to certain death. Then after months had passed a noble man named Franz arrived. He came trotting on a steed, searching for a lost memory. As he sets foot on their land, she felt a chill run down her spine. She peered out her window, she saw this man with dangling hair. Franz skud die Boer se hand (en sê): “Ek’s opsoek na Eliza Meiring. Het oom dalk ‘n idee waar ek haar kan opspoor?” Haar hart klop vinnig, maar roep van haar kamervenster: “Vader, wie is die jong man wat al weer kom pla?” The sound of her voice made him look towards the house. Their eyes met before, a thousand years or more ago. Their spirits coalesce, intruded by an unknown sense. Asmodeus clasped unto their connection like a parasite. As they walked towards the mountain, affection and emotions overcame her. Contrary to the walls she built so cold, floodgates opened when she peered into his eyes. Yet Asmodeus dragged her away from his gaze before she fell too deep. .... So, the ancient one, whispered stench and lies to her innermost thoughts She truly felt a sense of lust for this handsome man, yet pride showed its ugly head. (Eliza said to Franz:) “If you want my hand in eternal love. You must climb the highest peaks of this mountain that stands before you You must retrieve that red flower and bring it to me.” Without hesitation he accepts her wish, kisses her hand then gallops away. That night in his dreams he saw a ghostly figure in white, drifting over the mountain as he wakes up in ghastly fear ....
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.... That night when he woke up in ghastly fear of paralysis. Significance of a story told, was his to ponder deep. As he fell asleep again, he felt her icy lips ‘pon his. Up and down his dreams so real. Frost upwards his spine it creeps. Yet, he sees beauty. In the midst of a darkening stare. Should he give in? To the spirit’s hypnotic voice. Sweat drenched his hair. As he finally wakes from this nightmare. Sy woord, sy eer Laat hom vir ewig, eindeloos treur (Exhausted, Franz proclaimed:) “Ek het vrees diep binne my siel wat terug wil draai, maar vir haar hart sal ek die berg stuk vir stuk uitklim.” Packed his gear when dawn arrived, forgets the fear he felt before. Dispels the ghost of dreams he had. Prepared for the journey for whom he adores. As he scaled from the mountain’s feet. Step for step, ledge by ledge. Focussed, possessed... down came the sleet. Driven by his solemn pledge, he wanders on towards his death. Gleaming in the dim moonlight, the flower whispers his poor name. (The tired man further said:) “I’m not certain anymore if I could reach the top, yet my spirit cries aloud the name of Eliza.” (Pouring him on, the spirit enthused:) “Yes!! You must continue forth. I will lend a helping hand to get you through this ordeal of pain and suffering. You seek the love of the one I claimed but my peers banished me. Let me speak lies of encouragement so that you may find falsified peace.” Franz is within its grasp. He can feel the Disa in his embrace. Just a few inches more. But his mortal body wants to give in. His final grasp, his last chance. Suddenly the mountain gives away. Swiftly he falls. Jagged boulders greet his penultimate breath.
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When his skull cracked open wide. His ghost was flung towards her pride. Instantly she was overcome by woe. Yet for reasons she did not even know. The young shepherd walking with his sheep near the valley by the river. He heard a calling of his name, in silence he turns, but nothing’s there. His gaze caught a glimpse of what looked like a sleeping man. He creeped up towards the scene. When he saw the horror, he heard something scream: “RUN!” Out of breath he nears the house. He shouts aloud: “Iemand is dood.” A dead man with a blood red flower .... The Demon whispers violently: “MINE!” When the tragic passing was confirmed. She heard a lot but wouldn’t hear. She was disillusioned and confronted By her eternal and endless fear. Her vanity was coldly led into a lie. Her sanity torn by the Demon’s Almighty claim: “Eliza! Your mind is now within my horrid grasp. Oh, I’ve waited for this moment - the innocent death drew you so near. In an unearthly shatter, now all that will matter, is the thin thread of time whence you and I .... …. shall prevail.” In ceremonial lunacy, Eliza’s frozen thoughts Cracked as wide as the seven realms of the dead...
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Riding with the cosmic winds Drifting through space and time A spiraling force unspeakable to man Hand in hand through this void Her spirit clung to his Mirrored in death she felt it was time!! These dreams just wouldn't end Over and over it plagued her nights Contemplating death with intent There's no escape, from his curse She was kept away from windows So she could not escape Her spirit was summoned by the mountains A calling she couldnt ignore It became impossible to control Her sorrow and regret She finally lost her mind And Asmodeus now took control Eliza's spirit is drawn towards the demons grasp Like the lupus's breathe on the window A sense of all hope lost Lurking in the shadows Of the mountainous peaks Swooping down for Elisa The demon made his move!! Helpless and lifeless She's hanging off the bed She found a pair of scissors in her room After contemplation And consideration She thrust it into her neck!! A spectral shape appears at the front gate Through mist it drifts towards her room As a groom to meet his bride Asmodeus takes her soul as the last drop of blood hits the floor!! Eternity awaits her by the demons side Stuck in a loop unable to escape Overwhelmed by her helplessness Her spirit has to give in In a smoke haze she opened her eyes A blinding light from a distance Hearing a voice call her name Reaching and clutching for this phantom It was the spirit of Frans pulling from the void Stealing her from the demons grasp But he couldn't bring her back to life Only to bring her back to these mountains The spirit of Eliza was freed from the demon But trapped on the earth searching for Frans An eternal weep instead of damnation Is a small price to pay Her one true love made the ultimate sacrifice Trading his soul for hers Now Frans will burn eternally For Eliza will be known as the witch of the Hexeriver

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released July 20, 2020

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