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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a sudden nodding shift, I was lifted into the air by the hard wings of the Devil His putrid stench waking me from what seemed all dream And upon a balcony of singed vine and blackened soot, He set me standing The persistent chirping and buzzing, Wailing and crying from the maelstrom gnawed my gut As my eyes opened to this new creation Swooping swiftly beside me, a tower of jagged filth and beauty all in one, He looked down upon me, and out at the parted maelstrom, And the mighty blue-green light pulsating periodically in golds and reds Emanating in the center of its massive attachment on the walls of the pit I stood beside him, in awe of my placement, In awe of such a purpose now, A moment that seemed so peaceful, yet full of plot and rot For he rots and rots in his pit, delightful of it Estranged from the light, and still intrigued by its merge with his nasty night By the collaborating genius of his spite, and my light “Look here, woman, At the breathing entity before you, How I breathe like you, sing like you, dream like you And yet we are parted by such a thing as order That in the command of your God you stand resilient before me Splitting my maelstrom to merge with your light And in turn releasing in me, confusing delight I am most fortunate to attain such a pleasure as this That He in such faith has put you before me, To prove we cannot ignite each other To prove we cannot delight each other Did He so believe you would sing these duets, With sustaining soul and heart, Without a withered doubt to part To mark your superiority and strength, Gainst a prisoner of art…” I gazed at the masterpiece before me, Having only heard his song in the background of the increasingly loud buzzing And my eyes turned to face his gaze, For the masterpiece he beheld, was a masterpiece he wished to graze “I have suffered lesions of doubt in my past life, Prince, Entities of darkness swarming like the insects buzzing in your maelstrom, Their almost human temperaments convincing downfalls I was cursed with How we are not as righteous as the next prisoner of sin How we are no different, no special, and nobody wins… I am not sad that you are here, Devil, I do not grieve you like a poor kitten in a drainpipe, Like a wounded bird screeching for its wings to bring it upright, You have brought this residence of woe onto yourself, And for that I cannot apologize, I cannot sympathize, Or recognize the true feelings your trampled heart forays I have risen above such angry, bitter and blackened thoughts, To make need and necessity crave for spirit of truth, To rest in virtuous contemplation of a heartier creation… I look out upon this parted maelstrom and see your allowance of my light, Though I know you cannot fully appreciate what it means to love, To appreciate the sheer brilliance of its swell, Its contrast of color from the green-blue fires, To the gaping swirls and screams of your hell I do not feel sorry for what you have done, But for what will become of you In the ending times, Where I will say goodbye We shant meet upon this balcony as we do today, Watching our creation, and singing through the fray I will see no more the long wings, The pulsing rings, and the fetid stings You are a lion who will not retreat And I am a lion who refuses to eat…” Staring off into the beaming light, His eyes trailing detailed swirls of screaming victims, Hands and feet wriggling in the muck, The monsters swimming, biting and grinning He guided my hand to the center of my light “See the shadows cast within the light you mast, Your God fought me to never see how they danced, How I serving He would always last, That even the heartiest angels could never surpass See how the light fights to subsist with my subordinates How it merely sustains to point out the beauty of each flaw How it reveals the true evils within, How it mocks with righteous piety The Achilles' heel of sin Without the light in this dark, Have I a place to retreat? Till Your God has blessed me, Teased me, with a lioness so prone to me See us dance in the center between dark and light How none leads the other, How none crests or smothers… This is the Domination Age woman, Where soon my gates will be open, Where soon, even your light cannot remain so bright Gainst the growth of the grin of my beastly scheme I don’t need you to be sorry for me, woman! Only awed, inspired, enlightened! How this new revelation reveals command only in hiding You are no longer lion, dreadful daughter in my sight You are a leech, a vermin, ready to eat, retreat and reveal You are the messenger to all you stand up for A slave, in a way, to understanding this bottomless me…”
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