It was during this sleepless night that I made the decision
to use the poisonous pen to write a story with --
keep writing until the very last drop of ink was used,
a venture that ended up keeping me terribly amused.
If I couldn't destroy the pen, I could at least try
to write the bloody beast dry!
The story came pouring out in a frenzy of inspiration,
outdoing my previous attempts at premise and plot,
churning out the entire story in one near-seamless shot.
I barely drank nor ate, as the story unfurled,
weaving together an allegorical, parallel world.
One of the main characters
was a Daemon named Vomiticus Grammaticus,
partially modeled after Mozart's daemonic muse,
the insidious alter-ego, Amadeus.
~(Here I must add an important detail:
it usually takes about eleven ballpoint pens,
which the poisonous pen surely was,
to fill four hundred and fifty large pages of paper
in fine, small handwriting.
But the poisoned pen put up a fight,
so much so, I worried how it might never run dry.
In fact, it finally ran dry,
when the words, 'The End', I had affixed
upon page six hundred and sixty six.)~
The feeling of satisfaction only lasted for a brief moment
before I noticed movement in my peripheral vision.
Hand and wrist throbbing in pain,
eyes sore and red from the strain,
I turned in my chair
with a jaw-dropping stare.
There stood the Daemon, Vomiticus Grammaticus, in the flesh,
staring back at me with bottomless, black eyes,
and a condescending, twisted sneer.
The putrid stench of worm-rot, sulphur and ozone filled my nostrils
as I realized how I truly was an eternal fool,
having been honed into the Devil's own tool.
"My dear boy, I am impressed!", started Vomiticus Grammaticus.
"You summoned me from the depths of hell,
with this splendidly powerful, new shell!"
"I have been patiently waiting for a fresh design of flesh,
and you....you, why you poured your heart and soul into detailing me!
Yes! You detailed a most devious monstrosity!"
"My dear child, did you believe this all to be mere fantasy?
A non-permanent experience of guilty depravity?
No! What you helped to unleash, is an epic destiny!
In time you shall see......oh, how you shall surely see."
"For this, I owe you eternally,
you shall be my master eventually.
But not before I light this world on fire -
the fate of humanity will be severely dire,
as I fan the flames ever higher.
You are linked to my purest daemonic desire,
together we shall dance upon humanity's wretched pyre."