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One dark, dreary night while working on a poem of hellish, hideous and 
Horrible fright, I became at once quite so fatigued and could barely keep 
My eyelids open anymore, and then suddenly darkness came masking my 
Psyche in a Most eerie dark night, only to find when awakening a sinister,
Dark presence lurking at my chamber door. 

I thought I was dreaming with the furtive appearance of this dark visage 
Before me, when suddenly he began to speak slowly, to mesmerize me 
Whole with his fiery eyes. As this dark visage spoke to me, I sensed an awful 
Aura of macabre right before me, but my senses were paralyzed not by fear,
But a curiosity of this man with his fiery eyes.

On my inquiry I found to my shock and surprise this man was the evil 
“Mephistopheles,” in spirit and body now whole, who was here to quench
His rapturous desire in fulfilling his “nocturnal delight,” the essence of his 
Lurking presence now in my chamber room. Mephisto was indeed a demon 
Devil who served Lucifer with a most passionate delight.

I couldn’t believe my very ears, evil Mephisto standing before me with his 
Fiery eyes of fright, beckoning me toward a world of death, demons, deception, 
And debauchery. I told him that I knew of his fate with Faust, and he replied, 
With his smiling delight: “Faust was only fiction—Goethe’s imagination, 
And I’m quite real to you and most unholy.”

With Mephisto’s revelation to me, I began to quake, shudder with a most pure 
Fear, for I knew this dream was not a dream, but a nightmare taunting my very 
Soul. Thinking fast, I asked: “But why am I here in your presence tonight?” 
Mephisto replied, “This is the night of my nocturnal delight, for I’ve come for
Your soul.”

With this, I asked pray tell, “Why me, Sir?” “I’m only a struggling young poet.”
“Why my soul of all things, Sir?” “I’m still learning my craft and mastering my 
Works. To this Mephisto replied, “My Master loves the vim and vigor of your 
Works young poet.” “He admires your passion to learn the Black Arts and to put 
Dark evil ideas in your poetry.”

His direct reply and intention plunged my spirit into a dark whirlwind and vortex
Of the vilest evil. I told Mephisto that I did not consciously summon him on this 
Most dark of night. He replied: “Your concerns matter not to me young poet, for
In time you’ll become most evil.” “And, I’m here now to make you a most 
Wonderful offer, one that you shan’t refuse tonight.”

How did this situation move so fast from whence Mephisto graced his presence 
At my door? My mind now was racing in overdrive and overwrought with images 
Of death, evil, and fear. I had little time left before Mephisto acted to doom my 
Soul making me both a tragic and poor figure. “What do I do?” I pondered as 
These events tortured my inner being leaving me in panic, despair, and utter fear.

END OF PART ONE - THE NOCTURNAL DELIGHT OF MEPHISTOPHELES

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany 
(October 11, 2014) (Narrative poetic format)
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