written in 2020, revised slightly for 2021
O spirit of Western Fairy,
Abel Blake
I speak of you.
May my words be heard
as I praise you,
capturing ineffectually
the entirety of you.
Accept this
fulfillment of my agreement with you
(and do not abandon
nor tear yourself away from my side).
*
Beloved among the best,
you reject all who would own you
and make suitors bend to your whim.
Your body as welcoming as a fire
filling a home in winter.
Your tongue as cruel
as the cold outside.
You spread your arms wide
and accept all
if provided proper coin.
You paint your feelings
upon your painted faces
a thousand hundred times
and none of us have seen enough.
Beneath the perfected smiles and sighs,
you remain
as angry as ever
as loathing
Hatred and regret clogging your throat
leaking out onto anyone your cloying heart
actually beats for.
Adored one,
beloved of Alynah Blake,
beloved of the best of the Blakes,
she who is strongest and swiftest
most powerful,
but before you she is powerless.
Your gold-yellow eyes and heavy words
She
the only suitor to unmask you
the only lover to hold you
as your thorny self.
Still,
you remain
as angry as ever
as loathing
Hatred and regret clogging your throat
leaking out onto anyone your cloying heart
actually beats for.
The regret you hold
like a muzzle between your teeth
cannot be swayed by sexual talent
your many forms and faces.
The despair wafts around you
as strong as alcohol scenting your skin.
You,
favored one,
favored by the Gods even as
They punish you one by one.
Piety and prayer scalding
burning your tongue
burning down your gut.
Unfavored favored one,
rumor-laden,
a bird in an ivory tower cage,
bars so strong not even
The King of Rabbits
The Dethrone of Men
The Bane of God
can break them.
When the storm arrives
when the steel knocks down your door
You remain
as angry as ever
as loathing
Hatred and regret clogging your throat
leaking out onto anyone
your cloying heart beats for.
Justice pulls apart the cage
and with eager arms
reaches for your soul kept even further in.
All your feelings
painted over a thousand hundred times
can hide nothing from Her.
She reaches
and She waits.
A hand held out
without deceit or deals
In a thousand years
in an eternity
She remains
as patient
as loving
Hatred and regret flowing out of you
leaking onto Her
(like acid
leaking out onto everyone
you have ever loved)
She holds you unflinchingly
until the worst of you has gone
with the tide
out from the shore.
You remain.
[All information above is in-process, as the Otherfaith is always under development. It should not be taken as solid canon or ‘law’. Please use the information to explore and experiment as feels appropriate.]