He Just Cried

Weeping Demon

Beautiful old and magnetic antic cemetery
So nice, old, silent walk. Old monuments
Names. Dates. Old stones. Old cards

Hmm. Just walk on the path. I walked. Sad
Yeah. This way.  In life. In my alone
Just walk. Emptiness. Deeply in the land

A cemetery. Love of death. Dark wine
Of my life. My soul here smells like
Graveyard. Tombstones life cards

I am just watching them. Old friends
Hmm. Or I'm laughing at life. Is this?
Stones, monuments are dancing

Just dancing around me. Lives of death
I don’t know my life. Mortal? Immortal?
Still alive? Or just walking dead? Hmm

“Hmm. You are not alone”, said a voice.
A deep, metallic, like ore, a friendly, sad voice.
I turned around to find the origin of this sound.

A demon sat on an old, beautiful gravestone
A man. A demon man. Around four meters high
Wise, aristocratic, noble old face. Sad wings

Unearthly gaze, all-seeing eyes. Demonic intelligence
“Yes, your fate is not a serial case.”, he said
“Nice to meet you. Why are you saying this?, I asked

“Because I am immortal. And your sad life is my all the time.
I live here always, in this cemetery; the human world is not my life.”
He answered. He just cried and cried. I had a wine in my bag

I always keep a wine when I am walking. We drank together
We toasted. The glasses were cemetery vases. Blood wine
Hmm. Reel blood. Oporto. My grandfather has this grape

Oh, yes. I loved. I like this wine. My grandfather made wine
We drank in this English cemetery the memory of this blood
Demon said, “ I love this noble wine. Good friend.” Oh, yes

I love to remember my grandfather. “ He was a good man.”
Demon said. Hmm. Yes. But he is in another cemetery.
“Not here. In Hungary. Then you visit Hungary. Flower. Please.”
I will do. I said. “Okay.” I don’t understand this friendship
A good, hearty demon. And I. “Look, we can’t accept humans.”

“Are you a human?”
“Look for that.”
“Bodily”

“Soul
Is
Demon
Like”

I am 
Laughing
Smiling
Now

Demon
Is
Heart
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Etgen-Baker Avatar
October 9, 2025 at 5:42 PM
intriguing poem--wasn't expecting those last lines....nicely penned
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