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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) Despite his impatience to show me his hell, He waited for me in my rest, Lying upon the ground, I awoke in prayer, Thanking God above and asking Him for guidance “My heart is Yours, always, From the moment I gave breath, To the darkened impasses of death Forever glorifying Your name, Thanking You for Your kindness, Your creation, love and power Your glory, Your victory Lead me, oh Lord, So I may not fall short in Your sight Grant me generously Your Spirit, And in it, may I exalt only You, In all these cries, merciful God, Quiet mine, for I need these eyes to see you, Through the scorching fires of his heart To be strong within the fray, To face, here, the remaining days…” He smiled ironically, Amening my prayer, Taking my hand once again “We have explored your light, Might we venture now through my night?” I nodded solemnly, and he lifted me from the ground, His wings mightily beating the hot air We rose to the maelstrom, The lights dimming, the darkness working furiously, The cries louder, and the leviathans larger “Behold, War, Fear, Scarcety, Sickness, Death. The days you cannot deny, Shall come as days past, Though unlike days passed, These days shall sustain my glory And lay all hopes to rest You cannot deny its swelling, Its shrouding of your light!” Within the maelstrom we ventured, The great voices mighty in their misery Empty eyes stared through the darkness The light swept aside by his great wings As we merged further into the hellish hoard Hissing and spitting, creatures emerged from deeper trenches Their mouths holding imbeciles and tortured souls, A pale green horse screamed in the swirl, His legs kicking through the repugnant, airy waters I heard men calling, shouting at one another, Witnessed parched dragons scorching each other, And greater creatures with teeth jagged, Worn from the constant gnashing of their teeth The moans and groans tremored my bones, Gave genesis to horrors only shown in darkness born A leviathan, larger than the last arose from the depths, To meet with our Prince, Clenching its teeth at the sight of me With the sweep of his hand, the jaws loosened, And he motioned me near Stepping on the back of the creature, I focused my gaze to the fading light And he watched me grieve as the remaining creation Faded into nothingness I could hear the demons laugh, I could smell Death breathing His stomach swelling with souls The battles amongst the souls continued Throats of the deceased eternally retching, Coughing and kneeling inside the dark, Their eyes glowing, staring into mine, Longing for relief, begging with their expanded pupils Fear hastening, the leviathan swam, Screeching in its own anguish and suffering My hands clenched his gnarled horns, As my eyes locked with the Devil’s He was singing, dark and mightily Triumph and confidence in his every note Every word, crisp, stinging “You will see, oh Daughter of Eve, How very lucky you are To see, with me, the future not too far A future embellishing all power Wilting every flower, Every petal of your lies I will show you, oh woman so fair, The eve of your purpose, My purpose, my reign, When freedom rises None shall refrain from the cries of their pain, From the heart-gnawing stench of righteous defeat” Standing upon the beast, He roared as silhouettes sprouted from the shadows Images of men fighting, stomping their strong feet, Bright trumpets of war sounding, Deafened even so by the screams of the wounded and dying Children arose from the ground, Watching the conquest of their agonies, Their bony legs quivering, Fear sopping their flesh They rose only to fall to the ground, Reaching for the skies, But no one came for them All happiness had come to an end Humanity was declining, The horses of war and sickness galloping rampantly Through all nations, weak and strong The tough devoured by great beasts, The feeble strengthened by demons, Desecrating their innocent bodies Destroying all that stand unguarded in their path And the Prince of Darkness arose, The pits of Death ascended all about him, Forming his palace of woe So that he may watch his glories commence And beside him formed a Queen of Stone, Whose hand raised for eons of wreckage, The pain of the masses arising through every order Her hair was jagged, long, black, matted, Pestilence poured through her eyes and ears, Her face dark, painted with the blood of the innocent Her broad lips poring speeches of blasphemy Emerald green eyes hardened, fists clenched, Anger caging her in its satiating thirst for ultimate command He sang to me, Inspired by the rotting corpses round, The terrifying shrills of sound With increasing appetite And with deeper bite - “We must prophesy my dwindling light! Together we sing to entrust our fight Deny me not, my fleeing soul, I will free you from all control To rule with me in this rising Age To serve our purpose by my side I offer you a throne you cannot reject Though do not decide just yet Let your heart rejoice in our creating, Our might exceeds all Overcome their pathetic cries, And in them, with me, rise.” It was true then Surely he expected me to disregard such a collateral plight I closed my eyes to end the vision before me My heart thumping against such an offer, A threat to my light, I frowned, I remained silent All the night there, tainted futures shown I clenched the leviathan’s horns Not wanting to be pulled into the sucking currents Lasting all the night upon its burning back
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