“It’s a place where your wish will be granted
Come, you’ll see I’m right
It’s a force that will live on within you
Dark as day is night
It’s a place where your dreams will be sanctioned
And will always be
It’s a force that was sent out to win you
Just you wait and see” – Epica
The angels of Gath they came from the sea, on a March night when the ice broke free. Came they to a wooden dock down from a wooden gate that is often not seen, hidden by hedgerows and a lock without a key. Stood they by so silently could they be children who do not breathe, led they were by one so tall, a bloody Jack who sired them all you see. Came they from a land so dark before the tower of babel, before the ark, knew they each man’s own sin and even women her thoughts within. Landed all these phantoms upon a dock near Whitby’s harbor at three A.M., saw they above them cliffs of white, the harbormaster saw them and died of fright. For they came to fight and maim, to destroy, the world, that women made they came to make it void. There above the sea so cold, those ancient witches with hearts so bold. And no matter what providence or lack of foresight or evidence, knew they once, all the same. This night would come a fire would come a flame. For it was by bloody Jack the Lord bereaved. The angels would strike by air and by sea. Their eyes rolling red, their souls bruised by need. For somewhere ahead on this cold springtime eve rested a fortune in magic of deeds.
And what of the women that rose from their beds, unwrapping their bodies from sated desire unsaid. The scent of their bodies mixed of oil, of spices and musk; with pleasure their toil, so spent from their lust. The manor still sleeping from parties at dusk, Lucy’s gardens outside hiding all that it must. Not seeming aware that so far below, bloody Jack waited to claim what he owed.
For it seemed once in Yorkshire upon such a day, a bloody thief had stolen away, the book of all shadows of an abbess that strayed. In a tavern off Pickering, on Whitby Way, in drunken debauchery, beneath the table they say. A floorboard was loosened, and a treasure displayed. Of writings of secrets, of magic enflamed, of women of Whitby who receive what they say.
So it was that this man darkened his face, with envy of what he had read of this place, and at night he cut on his arms with a knife, and bled bloody circles to end inner strife, and called he up fallen, the angels of Gath. They came from the highlands their purpose in store. To follow from Yorkshire and take witches down, to learn all their secrets, while in blood they did drown.
We come back to three that hour early morn, when witches are rising to praise their light Lord, and thunder it greets them from high in the sky, and somewhere below them, they hear a strange cry. Resa sweet lady looks startled at best, dear “Mina” my mistress have you seen “Poussee Seth”. He stands by the gate, Carlotta says with a sigh, dragging a boa across her own naked thigh. The coven looks wary, as a second sound is heard, and then there is another, of which moves the earth.
The Shilling it twist and it falls to the earth, before the gate closes a dragon is heard, the summoned the called for, the guardian of Din, the judgment of angels of bloody Jacks end. The witch’s familiar, the tide that rolls in. A talon left grasping a book owned by all, the shadows returning to eternity’s call.
And what of the women who rose from their beds, looking on westward to a dawn now that is red. In coven, they call down the light from above, and bless their familiar who returns to their love. The circle unbroken by angels or man, the manor alive now, its rooms all aglow, the spring has arrived now, with sunlight in tow. The angels of Gath have returned whence they came, and bloody Jack vanquished, and all is the same, as we go onward as we go. – 03.22.2018 – דניאל
This is incredible!
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Thank you Morgana, I am happy you liked this.
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Your welcome, ready for more!!!!
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Yeah the Whitby’s are back with some other less desirable s. 😉
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Thank you, the less than desirable s do go away. 😉
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Your welcome…<3
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A great tale to add to the Whitby collection, fighting off hordes of demons, with a pet dragon. I like it very much! 🙂
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Thank you Jerri, the Whitby’s might have more than one dragon, not sure yet. 😉 Thank you for your comment.
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Your welcome sir, make them every color of the rainbow! 😉
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LOL. 🙂
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🙂
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Your Goth writing is impressive, a rhyme filled adventure, leaving my mind to escape on this snowy March morning. ❤
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Thank you, I love nothing better than reading on a snow filled day. 🙂
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Ah those nasty lads at Yorkshire were up to no good again, and our sweet beautiful ladies are safe once again. Loved each word Daniel…
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Thank you Steve, those boys got a spankin! 😉
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Lace, and fire, dragons and all my favorite ladies involved. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you Steph, and I am really happy you liked this. Shabbat Shalom!
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Shabbat Shalom dear, and your welcome!!! ❤
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Wow, this was a great story, I had to go back and follow links and re-read the rest of the stories again.
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Hi Deb, I am happy you read them all. I thank you for your kind compliment. Have a great weekend.
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Your welcome, wishing you a great weekend as well Daniel. ❤
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I suspect a bit of tongue in cheek with this tale Daniel. Still it is a tale wonderfully woven and very enjoyable to read!
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Thank you Danika, I appreciate your warm kind words. and I mean that with no tongue in cheek what so ever. 😉
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No tongue in cheek accepted however, oh I will shut up there before I get myself in trouble. Your welcome! 🙂
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You are a fine Bard, Daniel. I like this tale very much, and I dare say it would make a fine movie! 😉
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Someone called me a bard once before so I had to look it up. Apparently I belong somewhere in the dark ages. 😉 Thank you so much for your kind comment.
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Welcome Daniel, you fit the description well! 😉
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I was thinking as I read this, it really needs to be read by Orson Wells. His voice would have been perfect in the day. Well done as always Daniel.
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Oh, I liked “Orson Wells”, I should have been so lucky. Thank you for such a nice compliment.
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Mr. Wells would fit many of your pieces! 😉
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This meets all the criteria I demand in a fine rollicking tale. A little blood, drunken lads an evil antagonist and naked ladies. Well done Daniel, I am already looking forward to the next installment.
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I somehow suspected the right ingredients had to be present for your approval my friend. I have them on my very own list as well. 😉 Thank you for your comment.
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Two of a kind we are Daniel! 😉
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Fascinating story Daniel and I ❤ Sancta Terra! ❤
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Thank you Natalie, I love Sancta Terra as well. Floor is one of my faves when it comes to Goth.
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The women rock on this one, and it goes together with your writing very well. 🙂
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Love this!
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Thank you, so happy you liked this. Welcome to my blog.
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Enjoyed reading your post very much Daniel. A great story…
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Hi Sid, long time no see, thank you for reading and commenting. Hope all is well in your world.
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YW, Daniel. Iv’e been lurking around! 😉
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Dear Daniel, I do love these stories. My only critique is the “Whitby Ladies” did not take a larger role. As heroines it was their duty. I am encouraged however that they have a familiar that is a dragon, and as some other dear soul mentioned above I too am awaiting the next installment with baited breath. ❤ Ruby
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Hi Ruby, as always thank you for your comment. I have to tell you its a little late now I suppose but I was not sure if I should release this one, and I am thinking against better judgment I did, however, I do appreciate your kind words of support none the less. 🙂
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Oh Daniel it was fine my dear, not a thing wrong! ❤
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Thank you.
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🙂
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First of all I loved how well the music you chose went with what you wrote. The “Whitby Ladies” occupy a special place in your imagination, and their trials and tribulations as evidenced here they will always triumph over. As always I am enthralled by what I read! ❤
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Hi Heather, I love your comment. “Trials and tribulations”. LOL anyway happy you liked this and the music was something wasn’t it? Thank you for your wonderful comment.
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Your welcome, the music and writing were all something! ❤
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Hi Daniel, I enjoy the mix of poetry, mysticism and just the overall palette you use to paint such a story. Enjoyed the music too. Thank you. WF
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Hi Wang, thank you, I like your description,, and really happy you liked this. Hope all is going well with you and your little ones. 🙂
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Little ones are doing well, and I am hanging in there. Thank you for asking. 🙂
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Baboom! 🙂
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Why thank you Mr. Hockey!, I would expect nothing less from a puck grinder such as yourself. 😉
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Exactly!!! 😉
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Good stuff mate, had to go back and take a look at some of the other story lines involving the ladies. You definitely have a flair for the Gothic!
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Thank you Shaun, I hope you like the rest of the Whitby Ladies. 😉
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So far, I like them all, so a good problem to have!
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Loving me the Whitbys. My kind of Gothic ladies. My kind of reading. Wonderfully rich work. Thank you.
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Happy, happy you like them. They are an ornery lot. 😉 Thank you.
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I LOVE them. They are my kind of galz. And your description is so rich I am right there.
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