Ladies of the DEAD: part 2

This one…As I watch her from a distance outside her cabin- -I see many things. I see her large head sprouting short, curled horns from its back. I see her moronic, disgusting smile as she mingles with the undead. The poor souls who thought they could escape the restlessness of their lives and tiring stress of their hearts in death…brought back from their rightful sleep to- -only to live.

Again.
Forever.
Enslaved.

What is the label of this one? This slave-driver? This...rule-breaker?

What is the name of the person who I now see without patience?

. . . . . . .

TAJA GO MUTI.

Tonight I stalk her…lurking in her wood…creeping in her soul…
Tonight I TEACH her…the very meaning of our lives.

I scowl within and at the air I now breathe. It CRAWLS.

The moist warmth in the air of the swamp I abide- -within the planet my prey doth reside…the thing of my fuel and fuel of my spite…It fuels me…for the imminent blood.
I rest now atop the tree just beside her filthy home. Her welcoming prison.

I sit for a moment as my sea of thoughts stirs and flows into the familiar, bittersweet mindset. The chaotic passion. The maddening dream. The ready to kill.

Again and again and again.

My functioning eye long since closed, now it shifts and twitches under the pulsating flow of life and death that courses through me and fuels my heart.

One of my mandibles begins to twitch a little before I re-open my eye and a ferocious grin creeps across the base of my maw. I give a long hiss of Hulij-bpe Guan-thwei.

I slowly erect my position and rise on the branch of the dt.

Words…begin uttering themselves with more passion than thought…


"Amedha….PAUK-DE Amedha….S'yuit-de Amedha…THEI-DE."