Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 31
The Dragon, serpentine, jagged, fuming
Curved neck twisted my way,
His scales shimmering and reflecting the bottom depths of the well,
Scrutinized me with fires of his personal hells
Burning into my cool, oceanic repose
He could see the universe in my pupils
The chaos of its creation
He could see that I knew of the wars long before my birth
The crushing clashes in the heavens
That led to his dwelling,
From earth, to this pit,
And the future he saw in waves that swelled the oceans...
From this pit to everlasting nothingness
Forever pain would have been comfort
Than with Death, he would fall
With Darkness, no reconciliation
Only with nothing
Becoming nothing
The Dragon would not speak anymore in his vicious form,
Too furious to form his words among the swellings the Holy Spirit
The waters that rose and fell,
Tough, then gentle
As storms ease,
So did the Spirit of God
I sang gently to the dragon all the day,
Wordless tunes in hopes to calm him-
To help him understand that the furies of my message had to be shown
For the protection of my soul
And for the sake of prophesy and truth
Heightened by the swelling waters,
My rising balcony in which I stood,
I faced him this day till time gathered her feathers,
Meeting in with the night
The demons hiding, compacted in the crevices,
Hoping not to fall in the depths
The horned dragon could go no way than up,
So not as to touch what fulfilled me
His nostrils flared and his body retreated upward at my closeness
His slanted eyes of fire still locked in mine
I saw no fear anymore in them,
But anger, chiseled bitterness...and betrayal
I had betrayed the dragon's hopes
I had rebuked the Devil
And he could not stand the thought of my touch
He swiped his tail just inches from my face,
Warning me to stay back,
As my hand began to stretch toward him
I stopped my hand and nodded understandingly
I had cornered the beast
And I knew I must back down
Death, Hades, the demons all sighed,
As the waters descended,
Draining, seeping down into the bottom of the well,
Slowly and softly,
I too lowered with the waters,
Till I reached the bottom of the well
Light surrounded me as I looked up at him
He remained still and silent
His eyes open and ready
I went into silent meditation,
Praying to God,
Be my armor,
Victory only comes
from You and your Son,
How close am I,
To know the answers?
How far now must I seek them?
I am in the midst of darkness,
In the company of filth,
Let him be reminded
Let him realize my hope
Chastise me if I am in the wrong
Teach me to be the harmony in this dissonance...
Backed up against the impenetrable entrance,
He let the great seal burn against his back,
His spine, his tail...
A black soot oozing and surrounding him
His reptilian retina focused
He blinked once,
Only once,
And remained awake the rest of the night
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2017
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