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And the music began, And with power so strong, I nearly fell back from the force Snarling, smiling, demons held me upright, As the Precarious Prince began, “Dare you in silence come to me, Daughter of Eve, To challenge my wisdom with your lust to sing, A child of God—you provoke His flea, A monster in the dark—a sight to see! In meditative silence, I was ever blooming, The passion for power in my mind consuming, In silence, my brilliance berated all other My beauty, shocking, my wings of color Etched in golden array, Silence was my everything, A bud so tight, so light, so moist, In heaven bright—its beam rejoiced! And now, as knowledge, as power do burst, I sit in silence, though in the worst A quiet so perturbed your stomach curbs, I long in luster for demons to disturb Silence, once a subordinate to my wit, Had found its way into this grimy pit, Where now your God has given me, A work of sloppy treachery… Had I been He, and He been me, I would throw His heart into the sea, And watch the eels suck each artery And listen to his lullabies for a century, To feel his spirit sweat in the flames of my power, I would shred his head on the highest tower, Give him something to really Bab-bel, Make him wish Eve had crushed that apple” He smiled at me with teeth protruding, Head craning, Keenly waiting for my reply My throat was insanely dry, and my heart racing I had expected more, yet expected less… And now all my wits were a wretched mess Yet still Death severed those deep bass chords.. I began as a child would, with a doubtful sigh, I wondered yet again what kind of trouble I was coming by And inspired by The Reaper’s little push, I began “In my days in your presence, dear one Silence shall not roam too close, I do not sing to disdain you, Rather to know you, I do not grow quiet, To decompose you…” I stopped for a moment, To see him staring rather attentively, As if he were expecting a miracle His almost angelic expression changed as quick as it came… “Go on…” He demanded. “Sing me what your God would have sang…” “You speak of silence, in the fogs of doom, In your pit you dwell, and with a child you make room, I have ached long in the vision of your cries, Watching the happy children, and the relieving sighs, I imagined you just as I see you today, A beautiful sufferer, with wit, bite, and sway Crushing courage in your wake, I implore you—you quake Moments like these I will never forget, To win, to lose, to KNOW I wait yet! What is it with man and his thirst for the truth, Leading him to fall, to intercede his youth, And as I do now, wrong or right, By God and his angels has found delight! Allowed me with confidence to face you Prince, A sauntering being of ire and impertinence I see where your attention bleeds, I see your mind and I see your needs Such darkness must now allow some light, By accepting my challenge—a bravery so bright Do I mean to admire you, accept you, despise you Am I hear to judge you, taunt you, transpire you You and you alone I come for, oh Prince To show you I care, to break the silence To share with you the precious gifts of song, To love, to sing, and in turn…belong…” The demons chimed with laughter dark As the Prince sat close beside me He stood very slow, towering over me, And took me by the arm “Charming voice, darling, You sing quite well, Shall we sing for as long as you say? Will you not be missed?” He pointed above me, and stared at me deeply There was warning written all over him A threatening, distant eye, The other full of desire “I am missed by you, though I stand before you, This I say, Prince I shall stay with you 40 days and 40 nights, And then I shall leave you, in the breaking dawn of day…” His grip tightened upon me, “I have you, child, woman…light… For 40 Days and 40 nights… Before then, let us make history of song Yes, my dear... let us both belong…” The demons gasped, And Death stood still…steadily strumming a pulse of daring life ----Thank you once again, Justin Bordner, for the title to this work. This may be confusing if you have not yet read the other parts to the poem. If you are interested, they are called Light On the Devil’s Chord – Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 as well as The ChallengeThanks for reading friends! ~Laura
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