The Murderous hand of Adam

The arm, sword in hand moved deep into the woods.
Child of a demons blood whom it had helped to kill,
and the of Adam whom the demon parent had desired to swallow.
It travelled deeper into the wood.
It came upon travelers and slew them,
being connected to no heart or conscious it simply acted.
The sword became more rusted and old,
but the arm became more powerful still and continued to kill,
not having any other action to justify its own existence.
And with each drop of blood spilled it gained more of a conscience
a soul of its own, made from the many souls it had taken.
Centuries went by and it came upon villages battling with them killing and being fended off by its warriors,
It was a powerful arm, a supernatural arm,
but it was but a single arm still.
The sword rusted and withered to nothing and the
arm dropped it and knew not what to do with itslef but to carry on wandering until it
came to a lake where the sat a beautiful young girl playing a dulicimer
inhaling a smoky incense of potent dreams.
The music was so sweet that indeed the arm, without ears could feel it,
indeed hear and taste its sweetness,
It came nearer to grab onto the notes, to grasp them but found that it could not.
The Maiden, unafraid sang sweetly to it and drew it near,
bringing it into her.
High on dreams, she was unafraid, and numbed to its vicousness
and numbed already to the ways of the world, and she gave it a new task
besides violence, which came less naturally to it,
but for which it found itslef capable through practice.
And she sang more beautiful still in ecstacy.
The notes moved the arm to jealousy for it could only act and had noit learned as much to feel
and could not grasp her pleasure.
It reached out to stranle her to own her voice.
A powerful arm, it took her soul by the lake.
But though she died, she soon came to life again,
the souls of the many victims of the arm returning her soul to her body, travelling on the
potent incense smoke of her drugs.
Voiceless, she took the hand and her dulcimer and with renewed power over came the arm,
gaining its power and flew over the land to an ivory tower where she imprisoned it.
A strange love and hatred she had for it, not destroying and visiting it in the moonlight.
The hand gained powers through her enchanting song and drugs and gained the power to wax and wane by the month as the moon does. , indeed being with her as a full man in body, though not in consciousness at full moon,
and being but a withered and powerful murdering strangler in darkness.
Strangling her every month, loving her every month.
The Maiden would not let it escape but it would scratch out in its own blood and sometimes the excess blodd of the maiden words and poems on the wall.
And it wrote out murderous and loving stories that flew down from the tower on the potent smoke and covered the land in adventures and living. Such were re created the many villages it had destroyed once again, as men and women, and gingerbread men, and creatures and things of its own imagination.
And the women would revel in them and travel around to protect and defeat the creations of her lover, hating and loving them as some were beautiful and terrible, on oer the other, and both.