Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 26

From that day on and forward, I began to see the wretchedness my God had warned me of He cursed the Lord wholeheartedly, for inflicting yet another agony on him, In his well he called The Prison of Plot, He spat the grounds and laughed at random intervals, Then the next moment, screaming at the top of his lungs in sheer madness Dragging his face on the walls of the well, he gurgled, and growled, He bared his teeth at his gargoyles, And grinned the next moment, So tickled by the fact that none knew his thoughts, Simultaneously so angered that none could stand before him, And claim they knew his inner commotions, His secret knowledges, and his accelerating vastness of existence And to exist in his presence! To witness his every move, Should bring one to incomprehensible awe Perhaps he knew not at that moment that I recognized well his excruciating prides And his fervent, wholly selfish frustrations. . . . This was the devil I had thought I knew, This thrashing beast, full of darkness and hatred, Spitting obscenities at his minions, Laughing at their impotence…. This was the devil I was sure I would find here…. Back then, Suffering as I was A pitiful thing Afraid of the dark, Hesitant of the light…. Cross-legged on the floor, I lowered my head, Deep in the recesses of my hopes I could not bring myself to sing, So I prayed ardently for joy to sprout, Prayed for the secret strength I know existed, Within me, and the Prince. . . If not in him alone, We together… But his cause was not lost in my sight, Nor in my bleeding heart, No matter the ache of his hatred, Or the burns of his insults against me “I may be bound in the chains of your righteous God,” Muttered the mighty Devil, Spitting violently on the steaming grounds, “Though rest assured, I hear all, e’en your despondent thoughts…. Your restless fears….your doubt of yourself….birthed from the recalcitrant womb of evil, I am not ashamed, oh Spirit, oh temptress, and you should not be either!” “Please…” The word fell from my mouth like a droplet of rain, Evaporating to steam before hitting the ground He laughed deep and darkly, locking eyes with me “You will find no softness to either end of this sword, Nor to the future you deny available to you, Can you not see that you are here, For one purpose, and one purpose only, Not only to understand me—no it cannot be, You wish to save me!!!” He laughed louder, the well booming with his voice, Running through me and surrounding me “You wish to save me From the decision etched in stone Fire-searing, unmovable decisions Vowed from the natures you dare to change! You have come to change me—yet Again, I only change you! With the same idea of saving what you think you have lost! I have not changed one bit, Perhaps the snake hides its plot, Perhaps the dragon possessively protects its plunder, You are the only one changing before me I just wait for you—for you to abandon reason, To abandon thought, to let descend your wildest dream, The very dream that brought you here to me The very dream that lives in your incomparable mind….” His words were laced with satirical ire, And saturated in kaleidoscopic pains only one with access to light could witness “You await the sound of my voice,” I began, “You await the shape of my words, Every vowel and every consonant, So that you may tear it apart in your matchless claws.” I spat the ground, incredulously at first, and then with joy at the look of shock in his eyes My jaw tightened with conviction, My heart flowed with perception “I have changed you, Do not try to lie to me, slippery beast, Bash your head once more upon these pitiless walls, Make your minions and gargoyles crackle and cringe at your fury, Laugh and cry out in anguish, Burn the daylight out of my sorrows, Crawl upon me and singe the very vocals declaring the glory from up above, In silence or in sound, All glory is to spill on God! The end is the end, If you wish not to exist in the conclusion, I will be not be desolate without you, He grants peace and joy to those who serve Him Can you not see this is not for you alone, oh wretched, confident dragon? Can you not see this mercy and relief I offer you, To fulfill my duties of Agape love? I am not your Temptress, I am your benefactor, Inspired by the Spirit to move you If it is too late, than so be it! Leave me with my God you hate till the days depart from us, Till the moment I climb out of this well with HIM and not YOU, A transformed being with a stronger conviction than ever You cannot deny that mankind has changed you! That the Spirit in me and of my God affects you, That this light is around you Just as this darkness is If you cannot let the light in, If you will not let it in, You can never let me in…..” He grimaced, the thought of me leaving the well fracturing his thoughts, My words flowing like waters, not processing fully in him, but drowning in him He was looking at something distant beyond me But as I knew, very well, He could not stop the fact that he heard every word, And he could not change it, He could not make it what he wanted, He could think what he may, But they were rightful words, They were from my voice And into his ears That, in torture, always hear