The Daemon King

Little Arde plays in the orchard at noon
“Don’t go beyond the far stile” his mother calls
“Why not mama?”
“Because the Daemon King will get you” calls mama
To scare her son from wandering afar
But Arde cannot stop wondering
Who is this Daemon King?
With Satyr Hooves and Magic Ring
With crown of red iron
Hot of hellfire he is?
And lo across the stile he stands!

“Arde precious sugar honey lad
Come to me kingdom
I’ll feed you and treat you good
And you’ll naiver want to return from
My lovely lovely neighborhood!” Intones the Tempter
He of the horned head and tail spike
His voice is deep and rich
Like honey and sweet apples
Tall is he and dark like oak wood
“Come to me my little one!” croons the Daemon King

The little child of precious heart
Of trusting mind and open soul
The little boy with heart of gold
Would just as soon be ready to depart
When he remembers his mama
And rushes back in the direction of his home
But the Daemon King has put a spell
For time untold can him He hold
Or any in his own special Hell.
As he watches his victim’s mind unfold
To him most precious the immortal soul

“Begone you father of lies!” mama cries
“Your twisted horn and tail spiked
Can little harm a pure soul that defies!”
“Is it so little girl? Do you challenge the strength
Of a Being older than thy race of mortal minds?”
And Dark is his laughter and rich and beautiful
Like twilight in a dark forest when the day is about to die
“Does thy mortal soul dare to stand against Me, older than the night?
Do you dare to save thy child from thy race’s plight?
Or will you pray at the end of the day
And follow in Faust’s footsteps, Faust the imbecile
Who dared challenge Mephistopheles’ might?”
Roared Mephistopheles and his rage is terrible to behold.
Tall and dark was he with eyes bright
And tail spike curling with his might, Hot Hellfire in his gaze alight.
Stooping over like a cloud the Lord Mephistopheles
Bends and catches both Mother and Child
“Let all the angels that yet live come and see
What is the end and beginning of Mortal Folly!”
And he devours them by light of day, the Daemon King
For as night and twilight he holds under sway
And all is alight with power and terror and beauty
And peace under a cloak of Darkness
And peace under darkness
And terror and Peace…

Soul Bruise

The blood red moon shines
with black radiance deluminating
and the shard-shaped sands
cutting underfoot harsh and grating
Bleeding feet walk on and on
for no other choice lies
And in agony alone
is pierced by birthing cries...

... the creation of Evil has begun

The Stranger

She is sitting for her usual cup of coffee in the evening, at the usual place; B____'s; and at the usual time 6pm sharp. However there is something different about her usual place: the desolate corner she is used to occupying is filled with a strangers presence on the adjacent booth. He is a an...unusual man. She watches his face hungrily, surreptitiously, furtively, but she struggles to remember details of what he LOOKS like. She sees the sharply angular, high cheek-boned face and the angular jaw. She thinks he is all angles and edges. Then she sees his eyes. She remembered very little about them afterwards. Almost nothing except that they hold her gaze for an infinitesimal shard of eternity. It is an instant that spells oblivion. He gets up, wipes his mouth with his napkin and walks off. He is unaware of what he has caused.

She finishes her coffee and for the first time, in the strict routine she has followed for the past 5 years, she sits idly in the coffee booth with her empty cup for company. She returns home at last dragging her weary body up the two flights of stairs of her small apartment. Once there she falls on to her bed and falls instantly asleep.

That day onwards her life has changed much. She now eats only enough to survive, nor can she sleep without the memory of his gaze: holding her, binding her to itself. She changes: becomes more indifferent, more insular. Her analytical abilities are not affected she works more brilliantly than ever, but she knows that her time is running out. She searches for him, sitting for hours at that booth but to no end. At last at the end of her limits of physical endurance, on the last day she will live, exactly one year after she met the stranger in that very place, she struggles to that booth, alone. And he is there, he is waiting for her. He smiles at her now and she sees that his eyes are grey like winter rain, like the sea before the storm, like the cloak of Hades... he is fading, all she remembers is a grey blur, she realises, just before all fades completely, that he is bending to kiss her.

The Nameless Ones

Faceless you appear
And Nameless
For a name is a mark of what you have lost
Your humanity?

Was it that even
For losing it was so easy?
Swayed by the shivering drops
Of honey on a serpents tongue...

Do you value life so much
That you seize others' in your hands?
Or is your cause so brittle
That it needs a pillar of Blood?

Force of Hand
Void of mind
Insanity where reason resides
Is this you?

Fools in your faith
In the words of others
And rotten in the core
Of your reasons shallow

The smoke of extinguished minds
As inconsequential wisps
And the gleam in a madman's eye
Your fanatical light

By the power of Mind
And Thought
And Reason
And Self

You are pronounced Nameless
You are henceforth Faceless
You are deprived of your self
And a blank where Soul should be

But in you school of thought
Perhaps this IS the ideal
Perhaps THIS is what you always wanted
To be... O Nameless Ones...

Chaotic Dreams-Memories of Atlantis

The green sea swims
Among the once magnificent ruins
Fish and ferns follow
The echoes of decadent steps in the past
Taken long ago in splendour
And the faint shadows of power
Flit noiselessly from corner to corner
And salty brine
Drenches floors once bathed by fragrant wine
Such is the way of Time
The diadem of Destiny
And the feet of Fate
Leaving prints across the sands
Of a thousand lives
And leaving nothing to survive
What was, save a few fragrant
Shadows of memory
The mighty and the puny
The symphony and cacophony
All alike beaten to pieces
By the relentless rhythm
The remorseless beat
That etches a searing staccato
Across our pitiful past
Some run, most cower, few fight
Yet all suffer
Mountains are shrunk
Rivers desiccated
The air itself altered in essence
And yet these are the Unconquerables
These are the Constants
The Ideals of Man likewise
And none shall live to remember
What was and what will be
And the cycle shall go on forevermore
Till Eternity itself is eaten
By Time

Characterized Chaos- Part the Second

In the heart of hearts of
An aged king on a crumbling crystal throne
Lived the desire to live
And bleeding virgins were drained
And spent forces turned to evil
And lions roamed the streets
Mothers fed their children to them
And demons wept in shame
For chaos was ordered
And death danced with Ate
The diadem of Gaia was split
And blood gushed forth from seas
The oceans were stilled
And mountains in indecent motion
And Time went on
Truth lived in shame
But Time went on...

Characterized Chaos- Part The First

A dead leaf
A traveler beginning his journey
The first nipping wind
A ray of slanting sunshine
A swirling-whirling cloud of dust
A once-sharp blade eaten by rust
The decayed dreams of dying minds
The eternal-ephemeral lines
The heavens high
The oceans deep
Whose secrets their denizens keep
Blind worms in dark places
A jewel with a thousand faces
A bleeding tomb
An empty womb
The tears of a child
A wolf in the wild
And light short-lived
And darkness eternal
And death
And death
And death....