futura-machina-electronico: The cruel mother, subterranean queen. her grim visage to hearken [the ca

futura-machina-electronico:

The cruel mother, subterranean queen. her grim visage to hearken [the call of the curse, dishevelled as she was, shook her hair and tossed aside the snakes that masked her face malign steeped in blood, vomited a slime of venom, and hissing horribly. she  brought with her poisons too of magic power:  wild deliriums, blindness of the brain, and crime and tears, and maddened lust for murder; all ground up, mixed with fresh blood, boiled in a pan of bronze, and stirred with a green hemlock stick. And while they shuddered there, she poured the poisoned brew, that broth of madness, over both their breasts right down into their hearts suffered them to lap the sulphurous waters. Whom does the hellish host threaten with its bloody brands. she leapt up from the gloomy bank: the crowd of phantoms gives way before her, fearing to meet their queen; then, journeying through the shadows and fields dark with trooping ghosts. witches spells make travailing  redden through the clouds; suffused with venom, her skin distends and swells with corruption; a fiery vapour issues from her evil mouth, bringing upon mankind thirst unquenchable and sickness and famine and universal death.