Category: Where Demons Tread

Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

Candid Corvid Productions

Look at me now
See my suffering

Did I truly do something wrong to
Deserve my beloved’s distancing?

See how it turns me inside out &
How I try to redirect to creating

You and I are not so different
Caught in the wakes of losses

Therefore, let my pain
Absolve your suffering

The guilt you felt and feel
Let my regard forgive you

Awaken, my love &
Accept being loved

We are both broken so
Let’s start the mending

Songs, Where Demons Tread

“Love’s Violence” (Song)

Candid Corvid Productions

By Athena Stairs, November 11, 2025

Violets
Violence

Violets
Violence

I’m smelling violets
In silence like violence

Violets
Violence

Violets
Violence

I’m smelling violets
In silence like violence

There’s something in the air
I sense you everywhere

If I turn when feel you stare
You evaporate into thin air

I’m smelling violets
In silence like violence

I’m smelling violets
In this silence like violence

This scent is in my brain
Keeps pinging my membranes

A garden fresh in bloom
Tears my heart open to make room

Violets
Violence

I’m smelling violets
In silence like violence

Violets
Violence

I’m smelling violets
In this silence like violence

Violets like violence
Turn violence into violets

Violets like violence
Turn violence into violets

Violence to violets
Violence to violets

Violence to violets
Violence to violets

Violence to violets
Violence to violets

Violence to violets
Violence to violets

Violets

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Electronica Dark Goth Song

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A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Unicorns, Where Demons Tread

You Make Me Believe

Candid Corvid Productions

She’d had to allow the corruption to become a part of her in order to survive, neutralizing and owning it while bound to its puppet strings.

He’d met her there in the darkness – had called out to bridge with love’s intention, awakening the passion she’d held under tight leash as it ignited her need to embrace him.

But when she saw him suddenly in person in a brief glance shared that none before could ever compare, her hidden innocence suddenly recognized his hidden innocence – and two pairs of wide blue eyes starled back to their cores in a flash of white gold brilliance.

Transformed into unicorns and both confused by their suddenly repairing souls’ clammoring to take this union seriously, their high spirits kicked up heels in overwhelm – and tossing heads fled to opposite directions for safe distance.

A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Where Demons Tread

Finding Love In A Friend

Candid Corvid Productions

She came upon a singing class practicing low pressure, cozy outdoor performances in a little cafe outer nook with supportive atmosphere.

He was there, phasing in and out of his younger to now form and they linked somehow at distance.

Both extremely shy in person, their nerves became more secure over time during the practice as when one would look toward the other the other would receive and give back just a tiny bit more.

“Yes…hello…I’m here…I like you,” careful yet clear signaling throughout the session passed between them.

Toward the end of the class, she sang a little over the recording, just trying to get the words smooth and right, and then he followed, lightly playing with stretching tones upward.

By the end of his song, she felt some slight confidance inside bloom where she never had before – and got reinforcement from his glance lingering in her direction that he felt the same, too.

Her heartbeat quickened as the class began to end because she felt the first sense of real hope that he would want to spend time with her – and that maybe their connection would grow and become something that they both could keep, instead of something shallow that often quickly ends.

—

(Last of last night’s dreams)

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

Candid Corvid Productions

“So this issue regarding the marriage conundrum is still a thing…

There seems no way to escape that door shutting after a couple marries and they are ‘shoved close into the room of their lives’ together.

From what I can surmise, the only way their relationship will have a chance to survive and grow is if they unpack everything right then and there – truthfully and honestly while identifying strengths, weaknesses, goals, dreams, desires, where they are vulnerable to outside and internal influences and strategizing and committing to be a team dedicated to each other’s mutual flourishing.

But most people don’t know this about marriage needing to have a blueprint or survival kit – and then suddenly the ghosts and ghoulies from inside and externally decide to come visiting.

Pressures, ‘babes’ – they get squeezed, pulled, crushed & compressed, and then project negatively onto each other for it.

I’m just speaking of the casualties – the ones who don’t make it.

I don’t know how those who make it get through this stage – except to say that it would seem to be an essential part of due diligence to at least discuss these things prior to marriage for ensuring that the couple at least starts off on a same page that they could return to and refashion for reconnection and rebonding with each other.

And, I can say that having already tried longterm relationships without marriage, something vital in commitment was always very much lacking.

What do you think about these concepts, what has been your experience, and what do you think could work well to ensure evolving success in partnership?

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

Candid Corvid Productions

“I’m not ok.

I’ve been literally set back.

I am needing to dissociate.

I couldn’t remain exposed and overextended.

The reality is that I am alone inside here.

And who and what I am is withdrawing due to the injury.

I mean, getting smacked by the universe turning and dumping me onto my head is just purely unnecessary.

I am in shock and not progressing on things even to prior limited capacities.

I am upset somewhere – very upset.

And lost in the undertow of things.

And you are not here, so what is real?

I reach out and just find me.

I need more than this to keep bridging.”