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This was going to be a fantasy/horror novel, but I never got going with it and decided to condence it into a poem...
Shallow grave
There was me and Ebenezer
Drawing cards and choosing sides
Who ever chose the joker would be martyr
It was I became the looser
In a game no one could win
I was forced to sail away into forever.
The spirit of the forest
Said she would protect my soul
With a protection spell to keep all evil from me
With the raven in the skies above
The wolf close at my heal
I knew I had to make it to the mountains.
Ebenezer watched me
Through his trusty crystal ball
Sitting on his stool beside the bar
He drank a toast to victory
Prayed the devil took my soul
And that I would not come back to confront him.
The shamhain nights were cold and long
The snow lay like a blanket
Mother nature shivered along with me
And then I heard those voices
With a cry of “Merry meet”
And the fairies gathered ten fold at my feet.
They took me to their neat abode
Beneath the willow tree
And there they fed me berries red and sweet
All gathered from the Earths own sacred forest
And as I dined by candlelight the truth of his hit me
Mother nature is a thing to be treasured.
I met the elf king and his subjects
I hung on his every word
Hoping I could benefit from his wisdom
Then through the night I journeyed
With them still in my heart
Forever heading to the pagan dawn.
From a deep sleep I was woken
Ebenezer ruled my dreams
I heard him laughing at me deep within
He said he knew I’d falter
Because no mortal had the strength
He claimed we were all weak and we lacked courage.
And then I felt such evil
Tightening in my head like twine
I felt the blood that moves the body running cold
And all the long lost spirits of all-evil passed away
Who were ever present
Tried to halt my progress.
I traded teardrops with Methuselah
A shotgun by my side
Serenaded by the holy spirits
I had a pain inside my chest
Like a lowly shallow grave
But death to me was not even an option.
Beelzebub was watching me
Like a child far away
Playing in the house of fallen angels
I met the girl who gave her heart
Joan of arc herself
She begged me “Never give up on your beliefs.”
“We shall not be moved” she cried
and then the Devil took her tongue
and left her all alone in fire damnation
the bells of doom were tolling
when her body fell to ground
I almost tore my eyes out at the sorrow.
Ebenezer laughed at me
Until I thought that I was dead
The Devil woke the beast that lay within me
It had been laying dormant there forever and a year
Now like a phoenix it rose out of my ashes.
And then at Imbolc flowers bloom
And ice begins to melt
But nothing blooms from deep within my heart
Its dark and vast and tainted
To my destiny I trudge
Onwards now to find some resolution.
My journey is insidious
I feel I’m getting nowhere
I wish I’d been the one to win that card game
If I’d beaten Ebenezer
I’d be home beside my love
Instead ‘m trapped here in these ever turning pages.
I dine on fruit of bergamot
And sleep with laudanum
The mighty stag stands proud deep in the forest
And swimming in the stream
A shoal of silver fishes
Oblivious to life upon the surface.
A mermaid they call Trina
A wedding she has planned
I watch her the looking glass
A wall of falling sand
She comes out to greet me
Places four-leaf clover in my hand.
The deck of cards lay idle now
The chairs are all uneven
No ale flows, no tails to be told
Though the prophets had foreseen it
Spread the word across the lands
Still the people perished in their millions.
In bondage at the hell mouth
All the mortal martyrs stand
Blindfold and in chains that keep them hostage
To a heart without a reason
To a soul without a route
No destiny, no faith or moral standing.
Through downward spirals still I plummet
I can feel the fires burning
My life begins to flash before my eyes
As Ebenezer sniggers
I see the faces of my past
And now I know I’ve failed and I have faltered.
“I’m falling, falling” now I cry
my place in Hell is waiting
Beelzebub has set a place for me
All my plans in ruins
Down into the pits I go
This mortal man has thrown it all away.
Methuselah returned my tears
But I had no use for them
For weeping it had spread throughout the lands
Now all broken, brittle, barren
Mother Earth cries “Why oh why?”
As she feels the hurt from all of the nations.
And the Devil looks upon the world
This Hell that we created
Out of greed and out of hate and out of malice
He surveys in all his glory
What a mighty hand he dealt
Such a powerful demeanour that he carries.
The mirror cracks with faces
People blistered and burnt
By the fires of occultists taking orders
With the scars and scabs we gain from life
So brittle and unscarred
The dying time is here now don’t doubt me.
The gothic towers crumble
Doom mongers reveal
So many with the poisoned wagging tongues
Words to break a thousand hearts
Through it all a grin so sour
Ebenezer in his house of cards.
Still recall in days gone by
When sunlight shone upon us
The birdsong and the smell of many roses
In the garden of the children
In the play ground of the youth
Now the child in the papoose I do pity.
In the morgue cadavers many
Lifeless, limbless corpses lay
And I this simple man do look around me
In the hell we call belonging
In this flaming damning hole
I despise this martyrdom thrust upon me.
Said Ebenezer “Bow to me”
But there is no way
I accept my fate and I fall to my knees
And I crawl into the pits of hell
The slugs and snails consume me
Now I fertilize the earth that once sustained me.
I cried seventeen teardrops
As they lay me out to rest
My body filled with pain my mind with sorrow
And in the ground they buried me
With not even a prayer
And now I suffer Hells eternal fires.
< Message edited by kinkypoet3 -- 2/9/2015 12:39:18 PM >
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