Moloch Horridus

Deep in the desert
There lived a being
A creature as it were

One of exquisite power

His words were creation

This being though
Knew that to create
One must destroy

He knew that all too well
For he excelled at destruction

Many were the walls he tore down
Cities he levelled
Lives he crushed

His hands were awash in blood
Whilst his mind

Well

It was all this desert knew of fertility

He came to this place a long time ago
A time when the world seemed safe

Was it that he hid himself away
Or was it simply a place to quell his thirst

At times
He would venture back to the world
Seeking a co-creator

At times
He succeeded

Briefly

Always though

He ended up back here
In the deepest
Driest desert

One time
He donned his chameleon skin
Venturing once more to the realm of humans

There
He converged on the path of a young human
A female of her species

She saw past the skin
Revelling in the chitin
The horned flesh
The appearance of evil as it were

Soon
His blood was washing her
As her hands cradled his heart
Letting the blood flow free
Reabsorbed in the fissures of his flesh
Drawn into his thirsty mind
So that once again
He absorbed all around him

This human reignited his power
This child among creatures

He told her she was his Mary
His woman of Magdalla
His sacred feminine

This woman
Full of her own power
Longed for something
Yet he
For all his strength
His creativity

He could not provide

And so

He sits once more
Scoured by the desert winds
Destroyed
And destroyer

Sitting there

Bleeding slowly

Sitting there

Creating

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