Vexation Mountain

The artistry of Michael Whelan.
Background picture is the copyrighted work of Elmore please visit his website by clicking on his name.

Vexation Mountain rises, angry, savage,
Demonology.
Summit of their craven, complexities, Perplexity.
Unbridled Rage.

Uppity, up the pitch fork raised
thrusting through the smoky haze.
Looming, Glooming, Dark consuming.
A Talon,  pointing in the sky
through this wedding ring, 
unfurled, it's claw like finger flies, 
raised with the raven as he cries.
Hawks, crows, scavengers define, defy.
Jagged cuts, rips, slashed 
'cross this cape of the Midnight sky.

Nay! High.

Up,  past ashen sooty mists
 envelopes of vapor 
that the Umbra's breath has kissed.
Cresting now, it's crown,
pointy, pointed, looking down.
Vexing, overwhelming, apprehensiveness,
Oppressiveness, 
Piercing through,
these rings of smoky veils.
Peeking 'ore, charcoal dusted smog
hooded eyes, Demon Keeper,
Sly Dark Lord.

Opening, crescent snake slit eyes,
Turning, burning pupils, their light belies
the danger, the dark they exemplify, identify.

Intensify!

Views and viewing the hunter pursues
For that is what predators do.

Looking, searching for its prey
in the ebony of endless night.
Onyx cold, sharp, hard along its edges 
of Despair and Increasing, 
Overwhelming Terror, Fright. 
Surveying its surroundings
with a wary, haunted, look.
Heaving now with spewing fiery breaths
Vexations spirit vents its soul,
its  seething depths.

Where be Thy Penitence?

Volcanic innards churning,
splashing up and through
the crevice of its tip. 
A spraying fountain,
 slaying, flaying,
 coursing through its crown
running in rivulets of fire,
  teeming streams, 
thrashing, crashing, washing down.
Nightmares rising up to scream 
to tease and taunt thee 
torn from the under ground.
Dancing to the rhythm of its rage
A lava Lake of heat and hate.
Entangled they celebrate.

It is the height of Umbra's evil depths
given to the smoke filled skies.
Nay! Just as high above as he is deep 
beneath the bowels of this soil its' underside.
Where the Umbra resides in Utter Ugly Udd.
The Dark One's dead, and curdled, drying Blood.
 Dwarftus Circumspectus dragon, demon
Chief Griffon born of Udd
comes forth ripped from these bowels
wretched, spit to the skies
out winged, out stretched.

Lightening speaks, flashes, slashes, crashes down.
Thunder in the sky yelling,
bellowing out its name, Surrounds.

Rumblings of the Undead.

And Madre` comes, she comes,
screaming through the rising winds with a chorus of
banshees, goblins their cruel, shrill song begins.

Madre`
Dragon Flight and Dragon Dance,
Dragon Dread and Dragon Dead,
Revived.

Revolting!
She Rules this Evil Place,
Black Magic Woman beguiles, defiles,
beckons you to her suffocating embrace.
Entranced, Entrapped gloved and fisted,
Beauty is her face but cruelty is her soul,
wantonness her dress
and anxiety her very breath.
And She flies,
Dwarftus Circumspectus  in the skies,
echoes out her cry.
Nay! She comes and she consumes,
Vexation Mountain Dooms!

Get ye far from here, from where
Madre` Mystress of the Umbra
rules in hate and fear!
She be Mystress of the Dark
She be Mystress of your heart.
She will own your soul forever
you will never leave here, ever.
Dare you look into those eyes,
Vexation's prey eaten and deprived.
Dripping blood, with your last breath
your humanity is lost and gone.
Vexation becomes your song.
Demons Dance and you the creature
join them, dead too yet, still Alive!

Trapped forever in her eyes,
The Umbra's prey.
Never satisfied.
Demon's Dance, and Now,
forever they,
Madre` and Umbra
are worshiped in this way!

November 11, 1999

by
Lady LaMythica

By Lady LaMythica, Linda A. Copp © All rights reserved World Wide
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Dragon Flight is the incomparable composition you are listening to and was written by Mike Leja please visit his website by clicking on his name.