DrZaomin

Context:

-the Foundation founds a strange sets of poems after a raid regarding a POI related to SCP-140…

-The texts were translated and it seems they were left on purpose.

Note from the author: The poems don't have names yet.

1

We were scattered and stranded
The first blood mother made us whole
Through uncharted lands we fought
We conquered nature and became;
What the blood mother foretold.

We build our temples of stone and gold.
We engrave them with the honor we sought.
Stories of wars, conflicts and pain;
So no Daeva will ever forget

The council brought prosperity and peace.
The firsts of our kind enjoyed living in light
While the lesser ones on servitude lingered.

Every Daeva reattributed the mother
And the council imposed order,
To everyone in our land,
Nothing of our ways was wrong.
As we lived as the image of our creator;
The great Xeshm.

2

The fear of many,
The blood magic,
The nature magic,
The ancient magic,
These were our pillars,
Our ways,
Our power.

Ancient rituals changed us.
We were not considered
Common ones anymore.
The blood in our vessels,
Grew different and strong.

The blood mother inherited the power
Of the mothers that predated her
Our ancient rituals had to prevail
Since these are the ways of our creator.
The great Xeshm.

3

We grew as well as our enemies
No land was free of our grasp.
The east ones and the north ones,
Fools with evil intentions.
They desired the head and secrets
Of the blood mother.

The ones in servitude wanted to go.
The ones who dared to speak against our ways
Were marked and let to be rotten.
Forbid Daevas for all eternity to hear,
Such foolish and upsetting claims.

The ones in the north were eager.
The ones in the east were strong.
But no one could rival our ways.

The ancient flesh gave us blessings,
Since he knew our power.
No fool will dare to question,
The ways of our kind.
Since we inherited the power.
Of the great Xeshm.

4

We aimed to be the beacon of light,
That corrected the future,
But treason, fire and blood,
Doomed us.

The ancient flesh betrayed us.
In secret he cultivated one in servitude.
Taught him the secrets of the flesh.
The ancient flesh betrayed us.
Since his new son faced us.

No Daeva will ever forget
The face or the name
Of the one that we blessed in servitude
The name of the enemy,
ION the Flesh Son forever be cursed.

The armies of our kind were vast
We marched across the fields,
We were used to paint red.
The enemy was well prepared,
Our armies fought gloriously.

The might of the Ancient Flesh
Created an unruly army
We were not prepared,
We fought for years
And we lost.

Only a dozen of us survived
As leaves in the wind
We scattered across the lands
We know without a blood mother
We cannot survive.

We wait in the shadows
Passing our knowledge,
From the old blood to the new blood
We wait for the return of the blood mother.

Since you are a witness of our power
And your blood is our blood
You are one of us now
Give the memories of our kind
To the next blood
Since we have to protect the power
We received from the great Xeshm.

6

Something else must be said
Since now I know our ways
My power has been awaken
Their old ways are my ways
Since these are not mere texts
These are the rituals
To keep the memories of the Daeva alive.

I have a purpose now,
I diverge from the rest
The ritual showed me
That something must be done.
¡Curse you ION!
¡Curse you Ancient Flesh!
¡Curse this world!
Everyone is left to blame
Since this rotten world left us unlighted
No Daeva will ever forget.

I will lead my kind to war
I will bring them to the new world
Were our magic is forbidden
And left occult.

By the time you come upon this
Is already too late
Since I finished the final ritual
To bring back the Daevas
With my own blood and pain.

No common ones will be left alive
We will conquer time itself
Every day that passes is our victory
Since I set all in motion.
The blessed book is traveling through the world
The Chronicle of the Daeva your doom.
I know who you are
I already foretold this
Be sure you cannot stop this
Oblivion awaits

Saying that I inherited power
Of the great Xeshm would be lies
Since I am the first blood mother
My name is Demartur.

I slept for generations
Waiting for my vessel
I call victory, I call destiny
Since I am the first blood mother.

All the new characters are based in real Daeva Mythology. I think it's a nice touch.

Notes: There are several things that I want to change or to re check such as tenses, active and pasive voice, tone, sentence structure and others.

The last poem should feel like a rant and a warning, the structure and pace it’s intended to be different from the previous poems. The aim is to left the reader feeling uneasiness suggesting that the first blood mother may actually be taking the body of the girl by force.

Everything is open to change.

Thanks.