Keramptha
09-29-2005, 06:06 PM
Keramptah had a magnificent eye of vision. Her beautiful allure stepped outside into the cool shade of a mighty palaces grand entrance..and rested palm sensually against a twirling stone pillar, to support the astonishment she met every day…A bustling world of screeching bartering street exchangers….swarming Egypt’s roads, as wild horned animals roamed, and candlesticks glittered, unneeded till the purple heaven of eve.
But now, under the golden calling of a luscious midday sun, she stepped undaunted into the days glorious rapport, of selling, buying, trading and devising, ways of making money to be spent carefully, on sandals, warm bread and perhaps a lucky luxury.
Undoubtedly, keramptha had no need for wanting, her house being a palace of esteeming flaunting…exuberant statues of kings or pillars of marble, cascaded all around as silver strew her neck and feet with twinkling decorum.
Out from this deep well of richness, approached a man, his name, Glorian, he walked with frightening haste and passion, his feet seem spiked from beneath by some devils lantern…As he found her, the girl, princess of stature and importance, to the great sacrifice of her namely 18th birthday, spoke he, quietly but with force
'Good day, princess, you must attend the formal celebration that impends no sooner than 12 minutes from this now. I trust I have your full attention, and you hear me, as I see you are seated in a most curious position of eagerness to view this day in quite a newly perceptive way’
And he observed correctly, as the girl was sitting very peculiarly, her head rested underneath her knees, blood was giddying her eyes, as upside down she nodded to the man, her guard, glorian.. ‘yes, of course, I will attend, as it is the future telling me which hand, I shall be dealt, no sooner… I may regret to remember and remind you, than 10 days from this now, where I shall be forever rested on a stone of callous yellow as my sacrifice is made and heavens pour down with praise, for you, dear glorian, who has so well and dutifully, all our lives, prepared so stately for this monumental parade…ahhhh’ she sighed, and left the outburst of her passions to slowly reside in an unbroken cupboard, locked somewhere beneath her calm exterior…she spouted one last remark at his sullen and submissive stance…
‘Yes glorian, I will be there…have you not heard me?, I know of duty and the state, now leave, before I lose my will to greet the day with grace!’
On hearing this he turned, and heels ablazing with submission to the gods order and the stars commission, he retreated, to the grand hall, where the king would very soon be abiding, and all other matters of preparation would arise, in tiring notions of appropriation for the coming of the great and holy, centuries awaiting and emerging,; Great sacrifice of the red serpents, reign’
So while this man of gloomy demeanour and grey and thing appearance, quickly marched to his position, our kermaptah, free bird, and beauty singing, was begining to infatuate her young blessed eyes upon a surly stranger she had spied… This boy, who pushed a coal cart, of bragging weight and dirtish marks, had stopped abruptly at the sight of such a manner of standing from the princess of his heart.
And once their eyes met, as hers were shaded, but still glinted out from under the palaces grand porch, and his were lighted by the blaring sun, of which he under stood and spun, his fluted tunes, once he had retrieved the instrument of tin out from his pocket there he spoke a song of such highly sweet and echoing glory…to the ears of our princess’s quietly responsive ears…that the day seemed to change in such a radical manner, the girl all of a sudden found that perhaps, she was not so committed to the impending date of death. and maybe, in consideration, she had other fancies to entertain in place of, say, an early grave.
Her heart stood tall and raised her profile to the tanned, and slender boy, a sound of willow, shivering in the wind, connected their two hearts and fleetingly she breathed the same blooming breath, and only straight afterwards, while still holding that exchange of eyes, between them, she was torn, to turn, and make the meeting, as it was of such important, meaning, to the age, and time of reason, still her heart was starting to weaken, and call perhaps another direction,
‘Oh, but later’
she once more, pushed back the feelings she had stored, and hid them under lock and key, to sit in passive, solidarity, with the other prodding urges, of, distaste and rebellious hate for the upcoming date of death.
And there she left him, young boy, waiting, his song spinning into dizzy weaves of fortune at his delight, the princess saw me, ‘what a feeling my heart has, like some happy soaring flight of tropical colours..’ he blushed, and then he rushed also, to his date, of work, and labouring, in the palaces furnace, underfoot, the very place were keramptah would be stood, in her great hall, where she was heading, to meet her maker, the kings deceleration, of what she would next adhere to, before the very day, her life was ended and sent up to gods for celebration.
Glorian had found the hall a little earlier, the princess’s call of love had been feeling like an eon of times above, but had infact been momentary, and they both arrived in succession to the elaborate and white marbled booming hall, the great hall. Where kings and other velvety adorned creatures, presided, wrapped in jewels of splendorous expense and brilliant shining.
It must be noted that whilst this grand and heavy atmosphere tided, our fair princess, and her guard to enter its defilement [of their secret dreams and souls desires]
That few a through walls of deeply creamed and marble stone, one uncle was reducing tears of salted juice to flow and be licked from a sisters weeping cheek, and as this hidden tear was peeled and consumed by a grasping and proudly crude man, Kermaptah stopped and still she stood, for several minutes in stiff abhoraiton, of her insight to the pressured dating.
Aware of this, The uncle, his name, was neferkare, upright he raised and left the priceless room, to emerge and lift his sword, statuesquely from the golden casket placed in service at the groaning bedroom door, which shrunk his frame as he proclaimed to our dear princess,. ‘This fine monument..our home!!’ with outspread arms, that met her single, pointed one it redirected him and also shunned embrace,..with a smooth and deliberate replace, of order. ‘The hall, dear uncle, has us in its wait’
And those were her few words, of unemotional retort, and so they were in moments seated to their stiffly greeted entrance, mass of peeking eyes, shrouds did not hide the gaping stares at her vision, the girl, the princess, keramptah., to be foregone in 10 days from this now, to sing to gods and send their message of dutiful prayers, but underneath that polished skin, her secret brewed and festered, there was a love in the world, and hormones pounded, she’d never really, admitted that this date was law, or that it was the absolute descion of the sate, not hers, but their hands, held the spear..And her heart was only just begging to fear that spikes sharp end, that planned to penetrate her soft and beating heart, ten days from now!
I may remind you, as she gasped, and in haste recalled the vision…..having been taught to her, from very young days… that this was she.. a vision to behold, a sparkle to be sent to stars and nothing more. Than this, her destiny was written and spoken of always and with great reverence to…the death date of the princess, in the red serpents reign.
But now, under the golden calling of a luscious midday sun, she stepped undaunted into the days glorious rapport, of selling, buying, trading and devising, ways of making money to be spent carefully, on sandals, warm bread and perhaps a lucky luxury.
Undoubtedly, keramptha had no need for wanting, her house being a palace of esteeming flaunting…exuberant statues of kings or pillars of marble, cascaded all around as silver strew her neck and feet with twinkling decorum.
Out from this deep well of richness, approached a man, his name, Glorian, he walked with frightening haste and passion, his feet seem spiked from beneath by some devils lantern…As he found her, the girl, princess of stature and importance, to the great sacrifice of her namely 18th birthday, spoke he, quietly but with force
'Good day, princess, you must attend the formal celebration that impends no sooner than 12 minutes from this now. I trust I have your full attention, and you hear me, as I see you are seated in a most curious position of eagerness to view this day in quite a newly perceptive way’
And he observed correctly, as the girl was sitting very peculiarly, her head rested underneath her knees, blood was giddying her eyes, as upside down she nodded to the man, her guard, glorian.. ‘yes, of course, I will attend, as it is the future telling me which hand, I shall be dealt, no sooner… I may regret to remember and remind you, than 10 days from this now, where I shall be forever rested on a stone of callous yellow as my sacrifice is made and heavens pour down with praise, for you, dear glorian, who has so well and dutifully, all our lives, prepared so stately for this monumental parade…ahhhh’ she sighed, and left the outburst of her passions to slowly reside in an unbroken cupboard, locked somewhere beneath her calm exterior…she spouted one last remark at his sullen and submissive stance…
‘Yes glorian, I will be there…have you not heard me?, I know of duty and the state, now leave, before I lose my will to greet the day with grace!’
On hearing this he turned, and heels ablazing with submission to the gods order and the stars commission, he retreated, to the grand hall, where the king would very soon be abiding, and all other matters of preparation would arise, in tiring notions of appropriation for the coming of the great and holy, centuries awaiting and emerging,; Great sacrifice of the red serpents, reign’
So while this man of gloomy demeanour and grey and thing appearance, quickly marched to his position, our kermaptah, free bird, and beauty singing, was begining to infatuate her young blessed eyes upon a surly stranger she had spied… This boy, who pushed a coal cart, of bragging weight and dirtish marks, had stopped abruptly at the sight of such a manner of standing from the princess of his heart.
And once their eyes met, as hers were shaded, but still glinted out from under the palaces grand porch, and his were lighted by the blaring sun, of which he under stood and spun, his fluted tunes, once he had retrieved the instrument of tin out from his pocket there he spoke a song of such highly sweet and echoing glory…to the ears of our princess’s quietly responsive ears…that the day seemed to change in such a radical manner, the girl all of a sudden found that perhaps, she was not so committed to the impending date of death. and maybe, in consideration, she had other fancies to entertain in place of, say, an early grave.
Her heart stood tall and raised her profile to the tanned, and slender boy, a sound of willow, shivering in the wind, connected their two hearts and fleetingly she breathed the same blooming breath, and only straight afterwards, while still holding that exchange of eyes, between them, she was torn, to turn, and make the meeting, as it was of such important, meaning, to the age, and time of reason, still her heart was starting to weaken, and call perhaps another direction,
‘Oh, but later’
she once more, pushed back the feelings she had stored, and hid them under lock and key, to sit in passive, solidarity, with the other prodding urges, of, distaste and rebellious hate for the upcoming date of death.
And there she left him, young boy, waiting, his song spinning into dizzy weaves of fortune at his delight, the princess saw me, ‘what a feeling my heart has, like some happy soaring flight of tropical colours..’ he blushed, and then he rushed also, to his date, of work, and labouring, in the palaces furnace, underfoot, the very place were keramptah would be stood, in her great hall, where she was heading, to meet her maker, the kings deceleration, of what she would next adhere to, before the very day, her life was ended and sent up to gods for celebration.
Glorian had found the hall a little earlier, the princess’s call of love had been feeling like an eon of times above, but had infact been momentary, and they both arrived in succession to the elaborate and white marbled booming hall, the great hall. Where kings and other velvety adorned creatures, presided, wrapped in jewels of splendorous expense and brilliant shining.
It must be noted that whilst this grand and heavy atmosphere tided, our fair princess, and her guard to enter its defilement [of their secret dreams and souls desires]
That few a through walls of deeply creamed and marble stone, one uncle was reducing tears of salted juice to flow and be licked from a sisters weeping cheek, and as this hidden tear was peeled and consumed by a grasping and proudly crude man, Kermaptah stopped and still she stood, for several minutes in stiff abhoraiton, of her insight to the pressured dating.
Aware of this, The uncle, his name, was neferkare, upright he raised and left the priceless room, to emerge and lift his sword, statuesquely from the golden casket placed in service at the groaning bedroom door, which shrunk his frame as he proclaimed to our dear princess,. ‘This fine monument..our home!!’ with outspread arms, that met her single, pointed one it redirected him and also shunned embrace,..with a smooth and deliberate replace, of order. ‘The hall, dear uncle, has us in its wait’
And those were her few words, of unemotional retort, and so they were in moments seated to their stiffly greeted entrance, mass of peeking eyes, shrouds did not hide the gaping stares at her vision, the girl, the princess, keramptah., to be foregone in 10 days from this now, to sing to gods and send their message of dutiful prayers, but underneath that polished skin, her secret brewed and festered, there was a love in the world, and hormones pounded, she’d never really, admitted that this date was law, or that it was the absolute descion of the sate, not hers, but their hands, held the spear..And her heart was only just begging to fear that spikes sharp end, that planned to penetrate her soft and beating heart, ten days from now!
I may remind you, as she gasped, and in haste recalled the vision…..having been taught to her, from very young days… that this was she.. a vision to behold, a sparkle to be sent to stars and nothing more. Than this, her destiny was written and spoken of always and with great reverence to…the death date of the princess, in the red serpents reign.