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Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 4

March 18-27

This time I woke, 
He was staring readily,
Smiling, plotting steadily

I lifted my body and gently gazed at his grotesque beauty
He was always at his best in thought…

“You look ravishing…” He began. 
“Mouth-parched, crusty-eyed, hair frazzled-
The true shock of splendor, right here!
And my, I thought Death reeked!” 

I laughed heartily and kissed his forehead
“Good morning to you too Putrid Prince-
Your compliments worry me, 
Do not charm me back to sleep.”

His eyes narrowed, his wide eyes figuring me out
“I hurt you yesterday…..”

“That you did, Prince.”

“Yes.”

I pondered his outward anger the day before,
Gently handing him the reigns to our new song
“If you are still angry . . . please sing. . .”

His nostrils flared at my calm command,
Though still, he sang,
“Bite, boil, and simmer
Your God has taught you well,
Your wrath from latter years
Still haunt you in your hopes and fears
I’ve granted you my beautiful tongue
You refuse to let such pain rattle you
You refuse to allow this snake
To whisper your imminent downfall-
To reveal your colossal mistake of existing before me,
The Prince of Darkness, aptly named indeed
You come down to me in unimpressive humility 
Expecting me to fall weakly into your arms,
Lulled by some mediocre challenge
Expecting me to believe you only wish to be
In my hellish company
So that you may  know me…
Yes, so you may crush me like a bug on its back
Helplessly flailing its appendages in shame and defeat
Crushing me in your mortar of sweet, celestial blend
Offering laughter to my insult
And gentleness to my fury
You test me, I detest you
For I know where I stand
And I know, tortuous Time tells me,
You shall leave me again…”

There was deep malice and hurt in his voice …
I wished for a lighter song,
Though these feelings called for a heavier tone
Of which in sorrow I complied,

“Anger, the swift avenger, jealous contender,
He plays as your friend to hide protruding hurt
To hide the weakness you try so desperately to conceal
When your heart feels weary, you spit and shout
As it offers leeway for your generous pout
Your friend Anger also reveals you are proud
Your mind races endlessly, for a new insult to God
I fear not His name as you fear not His wrath
For the anger He knows takes the narrower path
I seek not to feed your friend with His glorious light,
A bug on your back, I will set you upright
I could never bear to crush and hear the crunch,
Of your body and juices, melting in this muck
I’d much rather marvel as your mind turns and turns
To feel the flames lick the bones, to feel your frenzied burn
I shall never leave such a mind unless your mind gives me up,
Falling into the abyss with his heart beside…
Letting me go…passed turbulence and woe…
Let’s force the page forward – let us turn the tide,
And let our friend Anger rest, though if not, hide…”

His claws caught my arm as he replied,
“Ah, but restless be my friend named Anger,
For he sees a lovely girl with a raunchy heart
He knows you well, buried in that dark, dark place you hide
He needs not hide, no; he’d rather meet you,
Touch you, bless you, eat you, complete you
In his arms you will no longer feel my claws,
For your body and emotions will fuse you across,
Wastelands of ever-impending pains,
Laced in insane frustrations, Anger is caged
You feed him and feed him little bits of scraps
And you pat him tenderly on your lap
One day he will hold you through and through
And show you wonders you never thought you knew
My good friend, Anger, you and he would get along,
As much as he loves my presence, he lusts your song…
Wretched girl, no pain I feel
When Anger twists the wanting reel
Bake me, boil me, simmer me down,
Anger returns with a happier frown
Always and onward, as sure as there be passion,
You cannot escape the burns, you cannot ration
Nothing makes sense in the screaming,
That’s what makes my friend Anger…. so appealing…”

He hummed in reverie at the thought of his friend,
His eyes closed in some sick dream
His long hand took mine, the fingers and claws closing around
Conjuring such fury without a single sound

“I hurt you yesterday…” He whispered forcefully in my ear.
 “And today I shall hurt you more…”

“Yes, and you have allowed me to grow…and for that I thank you.”

He choked at the glow in my eyes,
Nearly losing himself in them as he held me close
His breathing lighter, but faster
Seeking hurt long pardoned

“…don’t let me go.

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  1. Date: 3/27/2015 7:41:00 AM

    This reminds me of fifty shades of grey, if this fifty shades of Laura coming through? I must go read the first three, love xxx

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