Qonzilqointec and The Coming Storms of Baalshamin

Qonzilqointec and The Coming Storms of Baalshamin


The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was in her Mexico City penthouse apartment examining printed documents of emails that she had received.


She was wearing a white blouse and long black skirt as she sat at her desk.


She was reading an email sent to her from a researcher she had hired to do  research for her at the Vatican Archives.


The researcher had come across a document written by a 4th Century Assyrian Catholic priest.


In the document, the priest recounted a legend told to him by the townspeople of the city of Palmyra.


According to the legend, Saint Michael the Archangel was having a fierce battle with the demons Baalshamin, Aglibol and Malakbel in the vicinity of Palmyra in the year 17 of Our Lord.


When he had vanquished the demons, he bound them within image statues on a carved relief within the Temple of Baalshamin in the City of Palmyra.


Said Michael, "Thou art now bound and imprisoned within the very images of yourselves that you command people to worship."


Qonzilqointec looked over at a newspaper headline on how the ISIS Islamic State had just blown up the Temple of Baalshamin in Palmyra.

The Aztec vampire princess then tapped into her friend Renfield R. Renfield's hacked feed of ISIS video broadcasts that the shapeshifting hamster/human Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering for the London based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set used to keep tabs on the militant Islamist terrorist group.


As she watched the Temple being blown up on her computer screen, the explosion was soon followed by a huge desert sandstorm blowing across the sands of the desert outside Palmyra.


In an apartment below her, a tenant watched an episode of that old James Cameron produced TV show Dark Angel.


Within her own living room, the TV was tuned to a documentary on the Presidency of George W. Bush the architect of the Iraq War.


As Qonzilqointec watched the huge desert sandstorm flowing from the explosive blasts of the Temple of Baalshamin in Palmyra, the words of U.S. President #43 George W. Bush  from his 1st inaugural speech echoed through the living room, "Do you not think an angel rides in the whirlwind and directs this storm?".



To be continued.



-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Monday August 24th
 2015.


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Palmyra: A Poem

Palmyra: A Poem


Once known as the Pearl of the Desert
it has now become a pearl of great price
and that price is blood.


Its name Palmyra means City of Palms
after those lovely beautiful trees that provide food, sustenance and shade to humanity
now palms covered in blood
raise their fists in fury
fists carrying 5 Fingers of Death.


Palmyra was an oasis 130 miles north-east of Damascus
now no longer an oasis of life
but a citadel of death.


The sands of the desert turn red with blood
and the blue of the sky
retreats to the darkness of night
The greenery that once was Palmyra
overshadowed by the blackness of hate.


-A poem written by Christopher
 Monday August 24th 2015.

Dulcinea Lucia's Dream of Caesar Augustus

Dulcinea Lucia's Dream of Caesar Augustus


To sleep, perchance to dream was Hamlet's wish
before Death was served to Denmark's Royal Family on a dish.
In London in the year 2015
63rd in the reign of the current Queen
The calendar of the year had now moved to the month of August
like Marlon Brando's moonlit tea house but I digress
And so on this hot steamy August night
as Bavarian steaks succumbed to dog bite
Dulcinea Lucia was finding it hard to sleep
She even failed at counting sheep
This lovely beautiful gypsy
alluring and sexy
who passed Pan Goatee's test for feminine artistry
tossed and turned like the waves of the sea
no such cooling relief in London's dry docks- a pity!


She finally got up and went to the shower
where her body inhaled the water like bee does pollen on a flower
She was now all wet
like a mermaid in the net
She did not bother to dry herself off
She fell on the bed, wet and nude, and said, "Mazel Tov."
The incubus of dreams mounted her like a descending dove
bringing her dreams and visions from muses above.


She dreamed of the statue called Augustus of Prima Porta
Was it a weird bizarre dream for one to have? Sorta.
The statue was found in 1863
in a classical villa in Italy
It was found at the Villa of Livia at Prima Porta near Rome
so some distance from Saint Peter's Dome
The villa belonged to Caesar Augustus' third wife Livia Drusilla
a woman who lived before the invention of the birth control pill-a
which would have helped her nymphomaniac stepdaughter some
whose adultery certainly would have topped that of a Kardashian bum.



The Augustus of Prima Porta is now found in the Vatican Museums
a place no longer frequented by Irish Liams
banned for drinking way too much pints of Guinness
when they should have been tending to curator business.



Dulcinea in her dream noticed the statue come to life
Back in her day, it would have frightened Livia his wife
for there were rumours that Livia had bumped her husband off
historians ask- was it poisoned figs that did him in or just a bad cough?


The statue walked off its pedestal
which shocked a visitor from Istanbul
Said Augustus- this is my month, it's August
and I see urbi et orbi have gone to rust
So I've decided to come back
and give imperial rule another crack.


The small Cupid at Augustus' feet
found Emperor's coming to life again rather neat
since both claimed descent from Venus
the goddess who aroused Paris' penis,
Cupid shouted after Augustus, hey big brother, wait for me!
And the dolphin, on which Cupid rode, swam away to the sea.


-A narrative poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday August 2nd
2015.


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