Totemic Seduction of the Spider Enchantress

He had journeyed far and suffered much
to come to the dark place where he stood today.
And as his eyes adjusted to the darkness,
still he could see nothing but the
blackened shroud that hung over his location,
for he stood in the middle of a void of nothingness,
empty and desolate beyond description.
Suddenly a speck of light appeared
upon, what he assumed, was the horizon
and it grew larger and larger, as it
came closer and closer to where he stood.
Finally, the light was so bright that it blinded him,
forcing him to shut his eyes to its luminary power.
He shuddered and gasped as he became
awash in its path and bathed in its luminescence.
And when he opened his eyes he saw
wonderment beyond his wildest imagination,
for in the distance, stretching in all directions
as far as the eyes could see, and possibly further,
was an ethereal silken matrix encrusted with
fire laden diamonds of all shapes and sizes.
The diamonds shimmered and twinkled in
the darkness like a million celestial stars
bound within the twilight sky of heaven.

As his eyes came back into focus on
what strange wonders stood before him,
he saw a beautiful maiden standing before him
and he was left awe struck by her incandescent beauty.
Her ebony hair flowed loosely to the floor,
as it shimmered a blue-black aura around her.
Her dark and sensual eyes sparkled with
the fiery intensity of the diamonds
that surrounded her in a
seraphic halo of glowing enchantment.
Her captivating smile could
tempt and entice even the most pious of men.
And she wore nothing, save the raven hair
that shrouded and cloaked her in mystery.
But nothing of her seductive physique could
compare with her majestic and regal bearing
as she slowly started moving toward him.

He stood mesmerized and unable to articulate,
as his eyes drank in the figure that drew ever nearer.
And finally, when she had come to stand
directly before him, in all of her sumptuous beauty,
he saw a black mark upon her forehead,
which had gone unnoticed before,
that looked like a tiny black spider
ingrained upon her pale flesh.
But it did not mar her glorious beauty in any way,
because it seemed instead to enhance the
shadows of mystery that surrounded her,
like a cloak woven of deepest midnight.
She reached a hand up to touch his face,
and he saw dark spidery lines threaded upon her flesh.
In fear, he attempted to pull his head away,
but found himself motionless and unable to speak.
She smiled knowingly at his apprehension,
as her fingertips came into contact with his prickly skin
and caressed his cheek as softly as
a gentle breeze on a warm summer day.

And as perceptive all seeing eyes met
eyes full of agitation and penitent fear,
she spoke in a low husky whisper,
'You have been chosen, my dark hearted reprobate,
and that is why you have entered into this world,
my necropolis of wyrd, fate, and preordination.
For you see, I have chosen you,
my sovereign brigard, to walk the path
of intuitive sight. You are mine, as
I will become yours, bequeathing you
my many blessings and gifts.'

The man's body shook,
for he was unable to shake his head in answer,
as the desire to scream rose up within him,
like the mind shattering roar of a lion.
Terror drenched him in its vast ocean,
as he saw her draw even closer to him,
placing her supple cheek upon his
and her arms around his resistant waist.
'This is what you wished for, is it not?
You sought me out through vision quest,
and I have answered your call. You
can not deny me now that you stand before me.'

With that, she gently tipped his head,
so that his neck became exposed to the darkness.
And as she lowered her lips to his flesh, she whispered,
'As I drink the nectar of your corporeal flesh,
I shall leave a totemic mark which will identify you as mine
and awaken your mind to a primal convergence of
sensory, carnal, spiritual and illusionary truths,
the likes of which a man has never seen.
And you........
you will be enraptured within the lattice of my ethereal matrix.'

So she bit, taking within herself his transcending nectar
and replacing it with the ether of her divine inspiration.
And he was enthralled within her embrace,
spiraling him into raptures of heavenly bliss,
forcing his conscious mind to shatter and disintegrate
as he became intertwined and interlaced into the
delicate web framework of her immortal tapestry.

Moments.....hours.......days later perhaps,
he awoke within the forest,
from whence he had come,
to find himself laying within the circle he had cast.
His fire smoldered in the crisp morning air and
he felt the pangs of hunger clawing at his stomach,
for he had been without food for an eternity, it seemed,
in the ceremonial fast for his vision quest.

Suddenly remembering, he placed his hand
upon his neck and felt the skin.
And there, where she had promised it would be,
was a small black mole in the shape of a spider.
He sat for a while in silent astonishment
before rising and gathering his things to
make the long journey home.
And with a silent prayer of reverence to the forest
and the spider enchantress of a dark haunted necropolis,
he was gone.