Reverie - Part Ii -
Than a ghostly whip touched my back, it was the head,
Which dragged me down here. Thinking nothing, I fled.
At least I tried, but was caught in it’s domain, it’s lair,
It was non other than Lucifer, in human form, but no hair,
Just the two horns on his bald head, with a whip in his hand
He pointed at me, but what he said, I couldn’t understand,
I just stood there, and if I wouldn’t have been dead, I would
Die over and over until the end of time, oh, if only I could.
His face as a monster’s, skin burned and rotten, his teeth
As a shark’s with his snake eyes pushing me down a cliff.
The falling sensation was so familiar, but what awaited me
Wasn’t a good sight for my eyes, and I still couldn’t flee.
A ring is where he brought me, to fight for some reason,
He said, if I would win, he’d grant me my freedom.
This I could understand, actually didn’t wonder why I
Couldn’t cognize him before. He kept staring with his eye,
That when light came down, and the dark sky opened.
The devil tried to cut off my head, but I found myself lifted
By the one angel sent to lure me. A gazed at her face, at
Her wings, at her grace, didn’t even feel the cut on my hand.
Speechless I remained while she raised me,
From the realm of the damned, and while we
Floated towards the light, I couldn’t really
Think about this being just dream or reality.
Approaching my room, her name I asked.
She smiled at me, and slowly she whispered.
Then suddenly I woke up relaxed and peaceful
As I always am, calm, composed, serene, cool.
Never thinking, that I could have been so far,
But then I looked at my hands…
- It was the devilish scar-
Copyright © Thomas Kovacs | Year Posted 2006
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