Happy Wednesday! I have been neglecting my blogging duties and I apologize but in my defense Spring has sprung and I have a plethora of projects that have been on the back burner for months and I have been tending to a few of them. I shall make every effort to keep up on here and thanks for understanding if I miss a few days. Now on to my topic. As I posted a few days back I will be concentrating on the mysterious cave paintings my friend and I have been researching. Here are my thoughts on this particular picture….

                                      

     We sat in a semi-circle facing the large fire in the middle of the room, which gave us a spectacular view of the paintings on the walls all around us. The flames reached up into the cold, damp night air like fiery fingers reaching for the smoke hole a good thirty feet above us. The shadows flew onto the walls and made the images painted on them dance. The fire reached its crescendo and that’s when the Shaman appeared from the darkness beyond, dancing and chanting while he shook a rattle of some sort in one hand and a large black feather in the other. He was dressed from head to toe in buffalo skins, his face masked by the skull of a large male with horns a good two feet long. I wondered how he could keep his balance while wearing the bulky furs and the oversized skull but he was a Shaman and they were powerful wielders of magic and communed with the spirits so I supposed anything was possible. As he danced his way in front of the fire and us he stopped chanting and began to sing instead, his voice was surprisingly soft and even melodious. The acoustics of the cave only amplified the words and as he sang it seemed as if the song itself was penetrating my very soul.

From the dark arises a beast

Black and full of hate.

She comes from the land of death

And seeks an eternal mate.

Stalking the living she seeks her prey

Teeth of needles and claws like spears

Destined to haunt the living

Destroying dreams and feeding our fears,

Succubus, she calls herself

Soulless demon betrayed by her lover

She wanders the world seducing the weak

Devours the soul and seeks another

So close your ears and your heart

If you hear her woeful story

For if you don’t, hers you will become

An eternal slave, soulless and stripped of glory.

 

As he hits the last note the fire suddenly goes out leaving us all full of fear as the cave is instantly devoid of any light enveloping us into complete darkness. Seconds later the Shaman breaths a stream of fire from his mouth lighting a torch in his hands and throwing a dancing light onto the drawn form of the demon herself. As he stands next to the cave wall with torch in one hand and feather in the other he begins to chant in the ancient language, it is a protection spell. Succubus, the devourer of male souls, the Queen of the Underworld had been seen in a cave not far from our location and now two days later three men from our camp are missing including my brother. The Shaman, a very high ranking one straight from the Sacred Mountain had come to bless all of the males in the camp, he was also here to recruit a small group of warriors to hunt her down and send her back where she came from. As soon as he was done with his blessing and he asked for volunteers, I would be the first to stand…………………………………TO BE CONCLUDED…………………………PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!