Hora, the black heart

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[1] The whore perverts all things.
What she thinks is love is mere folly,
A folly she passes on to boys that catch her eye.

[2] Hora is the bane of man,
Thief of the soul,
Reaper of the weak.

[3] Naively, she plucks Cyrus’ son
from the pyres, and ruins him –
ruined like all men born of woman.

[4] Hora is the fall of man,
The evil temptress,
The black heart of womanhood.

[5] Blinded, the son of Cyrus is enslaved,
Lost in her false beauty and wicked heart.
He will serve her until the end of time.

[6] Hora is the seed of fancy,
Stealer of sanity,
Phony redeemer of her sex.

From The Book of Cyrus, Songs of the Tioch, ch. 1, verses 1-6

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Penelope (Excerpt from The Cult of Hahn)

[1] An innocent sprang from the southern forest; It was said that a dry sprig would bloom in her hands.“Who is this that commands nature?” Cyrus asked his servant. “She is Penelope, daughter of the spring,” Caiis replied. “Bring her to me, as I wish to behold her splendor.”

[2] It came to pass that Caiis presented her before the King.“Where did this ugly child spring from?” he asked, finding a girl with mottled black hair,an eerie green sheen and skin dry like the soil. “Nobody knows,” Caiis replied. “How could such a child be the daughter of Spring?” Cyrus asked. “She is an evil imposter. Cast her back into the forest.”

[3] The King’s guard whipped and discarded her in the ancient Forest of the Downs, where she wept bitterly. Caiis had promised her the reverence of the King and marriage although she was not yet of age.

[4] As Hahn walked the forest perverting the hearts of man, he spied the girl crying a river of tears. “Who are you girl, and what has hurt you?”

[5] “I am Penelope, daughter of the Spring,” she replied, “and I was cast out into the forest by Cyrus in spite of his promise of marriage and riches.”

[6] Hahn laughed and raped her. “You shall be mine instead, and I will grant you dominion over plants and animals. Where you once created life, you can now quench it, just the same. Any who touches you may wither and die, according to your whim. So it shall be.”

[7] Penelope spent seven summers in Hahn’s lair while the land parched. In that time, she grew strong and beautiful. She took it to her heart that on her sixteenth birthday, she would seek out Caiis and seduce him. In his bed, he withered and returned to dust. His soul watered the Earth bringing forth a new spring, as what is taken must be given back.

Judicus, vss. 1-7, The Book of Cyrus

A Golden Sea

On the street where I live
Sat a beggar with a lisp
Said he knew my soul
Would make it whole.

On the stoop by my home
Came the urge to roam
My heart, split in two,
he struck me through.

Forever broken, my search for peace
Forever broken, give me release
Forever broken, I’ve got to go
Forever broken, where I don’t know.

In the light it was clear,
A voice I wanted to hear,
His voice pleading in the night,
My love touching, without sight.

Forever broken, my search for peace
Forever broken, give me release
Forever broken, I’ve got to go
Forever broken, where I don’t know.

In the sun there is a road to him
In the sun, pure delight,
Fire free, a golden sea, a golden sea.

Forever broken, my search for peace
Forever broken, give me release
Forever broken, I’ve got to go
Forever broken, where I don’t know.

On the dusty road I traveled,
The rest of me unraveled.
Soul naked from the start
To mend my aching, broken heart.

In the sun there is a road to him
In the sun, pure delight,
Fire free, a golden sea, a golden sea.

Two songs from the Cult of Hahn

[1] Beware, Cyrus
Of Hora in her time
With one hand she brings life
while the other takes it away.

From The Book of Cyrus, Songs of the Tioch, ch. 1, verse 1

18] The Sycla traversed the rooftops
slaughtering the Cult and Tioch alike
Even the Sholoch suffered great losses.

[19] An airbourne enemy to all,
they fought with daggers,
but purged with fire.

From The Book of Cyrus, Book of the Great War, ch. 7, verses 18-19

The Book of Cyrus (beginning, excerpt)

[1] Xila, the Great Whore,
fashioned the universe
from her own entrails
to build a playground
for her twin sons,
Sammardine and Hahn.

[2] Pleased with her creation,
Xila left her beloved sons
to fashion all manners
of plants and animals
to play with, but each
grew tired of the other.

[3] Sammardine said:
I shall fashion a being
that is my equal with whom
to converse and cherish.
Thus, he created Orus,
father of mankind.

[4] Jealous of his brother,
Hahn copied his creation,
a man, but with a womb:
Ora, the seductress of Orus,
mother of his children
and tyrant of his home.

[5] The brothers fought over
their creations in a battle
that dug great seas
and built mountains,
spilling their creations
all over the Earth.

[6] Xila, watching her sons
destroy her blessed design,
banished Hahn to rule the night
and Sammardine to the day
where he could speak
to the tender hearts of man,

[7] While creation slept,
Hahn plotted revenge,
disturbing the dreams of man,
stoking their base desires:
to need woman like food,
to breed and fill the Earth.

[8] Seeing man corrupted,
Sammardine gave him
dominion over woman,
to rule and cherish as
their possessions
for all time.

From The Book of Cyrus, The birth of Sammardine Ch. 1, vs. 1-8.

The Gift of the Many

[1] She comes from the Temple’s spleen
born of the darkest night to the fire of sacrifice,
The gift of the Sholoch to the King

The gift of the many

[2] For Cyrus decreed that the King
Would wed one of their number
In each year of his reign.

The gift of the power

[3] For in marriage to the one child
Cyrus gained dominion over hell
Striking through Hahn’s heart

The gift of the one

[4] From the many she is exposed
For the world of man to desire
For the King to hold

The gift of sight

From The Book of Cyrus, Songs of the Sholoch, ch. 1, verses 1-4