The black Ker of the Keres
On the Origins of the Dark Empress of the Void: A love poem of dark affection for my emotional void.
Where art thou, mine dearly damned Cerberus? Mine only buttress within this hell which is my fate, Oh, dear Creoboros, hound of my heart, Why art thou not guarding thy gate? There is no love here, Save the love for thy ker berethrou, Mine only greater darkness Than the darkness of the depth before thee, Where mine cold and dead heart Lies lost at the bottom of the Black Sea. I shall never be thy damned Aphrodite. Mine life was fated to follow dear Persephone, Yet I am blessed with the spirit of Athena. I am become the black Ker of the Keres: Mine death I have devoted To take dear Brutus to shape mine destiny. May Hell hath mercy upon thee, dear Hades, Mercy, thine Hell never granted me. Thine end lies with Brutus, For mine mercy lies lost beside mine heart, At the bottom of the Black Sea.
Author’s Note
Let this poem serve as a warning to the faint-of-heart:
I’ve collected enough data by this point in my life. I even experimented to see whether I could “fall in love” with a complete monster, and I did for a time. From all my experiences with ‘romantic’ love, I’ve learned that I’m capable of loving truly anyone, but “romantic” love?
“Romantic” love is a subconsciously irrational delusion, hardwired into our genetic makeup by evolutionary pressures; and, activated by pheromones, producing hormones associated with the same neurotransmitters that fire off from the massive hormone rush during sexual intimacy. “Romantic” love is no different from a drug. And, we only associate its high with a person because smell is the strongest human sense for triggering memory recall, through which the other person’s pheromones activate and reinforce these neural pathways. It’s all chemistry, all the way down. You fell for the PsyOp. “Romantic” love is not special like a fairytale, it’s more special like a crack addiction.
If you believe in “romantic” love, do not date me. I’m not capable of “romantically” loving anyone with the honor for which any real love deserves, and you’ll likely never feel satisfied given my unwillingness to delude myself in idolization from the intoxication of mere hormones. It’s monkey-brained, and I’m satisfied enough even through the times in which I put the alien in alienated.
My heart is no longer of this world, and only my mind remains. And my mind loves that which feeds it, meaning I cannot be seduced by heart, nor by ego for the matter, rather only my mind can be seduced. Nearly all the people I’ve met throughout my life lack the necessary drive towards curiosity to develop a mind that is capable of seducing a mind as curious as mine. So, unless you’re driven as mad by curiosity as I am, save us both the time and drama by just being my friend. I tend to appreciate friends more earnestly and with a deeper sense of gratitude and connection anyways.
Yours,
SMA, Dark Empress of the Void,
The black Ker of the Keres.
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