Death and Forlorn Time In the Shadows of True Evil
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Author's Notes: "Death and Forlorn Time in the Shadows of True Evil" is a Quintain-style poem that I had co-authored in close collaboration with my very talented colleague, Liam McDaid. In this Horror-Fantasy write, which is the first one of these we've mutually done in a while, we wanted to consider a motif predicated upon the abstract notions of "Death" and "Time" as they could be applied in a fantasy-metaphor concerning the "shadows of true evil," which, of course, find their related origins of mischief, terror, and evil-doings against all of Mankind in the hands of Lucifer himself—The Great Tempter of Mankind!! We both worked diligently to develop some interesting metaphoric-images for each of the four Quintain stanzas in this write. We also wanted to release this one now, before arriving too close to the start of the Christmas season since the Halloween season has already passed us by. Enjoy!! (Gary Bateman – November 24, 2017) (Quintain)
Categories: dark, evil, fantasy, horror, metaphor, myth, and symbolism.
Death and Forlorn Time in the Shadows of True Evil
Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region where the dark
Evil and uncanny mists occlude the terrifying presence of a great
Dark Doomsday cult of vicious and horrifying beasts that are now
Perpetuated from a putrid Hellspawn by Lucifer’s own command!
Corrupted with the presence of sacrilegious beasts of true violence
Who hate all aspects of humankind with their spirit of maleficence,
And wince not whilst decapitating the heads of those who disagree
With them, and creating a mindless havoc of unparalleled tragedy
That’s become an expected, sad occurrence of Mankind writ large!
Brandishing a razor-sharp, coal-black-blade is their evil incarnation,
Of a time, that’s totally indicative of their chaotic rampage of bloody
Burning attacks as battlegrounds are drawn into an eternal darkness,
From whence there may be no return since there’s a dark, blood-red
Poison, from the dark afterlife, in which every drop of blood is toxic!
Every drop of this spilt blood-red poison has a deadly demonic aroma,
That produces nasty swarms of ravenous locusts to torment all innocent
Victims caught between the machinations of Almighty God and Lucifer.
In this reality, these evil spirits cast their malevolent spells without any
Scruple, wishing for Mankind’s swift destruction by Lucifer himself!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 24, 2017
(Quintain)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017
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