Saturday, March 28, 2015


You walk away from the pain
you left behind
but without me
you loose your way.

Come, come to me
take my hand and believe.
No time to think
no time to keep
you can't pretend
That I don't exist.

Distances are what
make souls ramble
and hearts humble.

I am in your blood
I am under your skin
your soul is mine
like mine is yours.

We walk along
through those parallel worlds
You are the one
I have been searching for so long
You are my sweetest poison
the eternal temptation.

© Diana Mistera 28.3.2015

Wednesday, March 11, 2015


Once upon a time I found myself with no memories of the past or plans for the fuure in a place beyond recall. A woman stood in front of me: she was dressed in a scarlet hood which covered her face and I could see only her lips which were scarlet as well, on her skin were marks that I didn't understand and so, as I have always done, I gave them no importance.
She asked me if I wanted to listen to a story, and with no other option available to me at that time, I said yes, and she started her song:

She looked like an angel
but her wings were
one attached to heaven
and the other to hell
She was Innocent and naive
and believed in everything.

He was the sun
shining upon her
charming her with a liquor
he used to called love.
Shadows started to creep
into the mirror that once
reflected the image of a dream
and the wine in the grail
became too sour to drink.
He was a fiery tiger
and she became
the easy prey of that heartless hunter.
She made herself prettier
so she could still be his baby
covering the scars and the marks
with astonishing make up
but it wasn't enough.
She was dying alone
in that golden cage
he had built for her
Her verses became the silent scream
of a soul that slowly stepped
into the path of an announced death.

The scarlet woman paused and only at that point did I notice that she had the grail in one hand and the sword in the other and she continued to sing

Do you understand who I really am?
I have had many names but nowadays
I go with the one that made me best known
I carry in this grail
the abomination and the despair
of those lost souls
that have fallen from grace
calling themselves masters
saviours, keepers.
My consort is Chaos
a beast known for his many tails
I am indeed, Babalon The Great!

Then she poured that wine of astonishment into my glass
and I was left sadly wondering.

(*Quote: Babalon, not to be confused with Babylon, also known as theScarlet Woman,Great Mother or Mother of Abominations, is a goddess found in the mystical system of Thelema, which was established in 1904 with English author and occultist Aleister Crowley's writing of The Book of the Law (although the name Babalon does not occur in that text). In her most abstract form, she represents the female sexual impulse and the liberated woman...)

©It is my own interpretation of this Biblical, and pagan figure.

PS: this prosa /poetry I have prepared for the International women's day- This year theme was " we fight against the violence on women"
I red it the first time, at the International Women's day  on saturday 7.3.2014, at Kumppanuustalo in Hämeenlinna.