Notes About The Poem
Author's Notes: This rather dark poem is another one of my ongoing contributions to "Halloween 2014." I am dedicating this poem personally to "Cheryl Anna Dunn," who is my great poet colleague and friend, and a fellow aficionado of The Black Arts. And I call her: "Fangoria - Queen of Darkness," because of the sheer volume and extent of dark topics and grim tales that she has marvelously woven into fascinating poetic verse. Bravo to You!! -- Cheri!! (Gary Bateman, October 11, 2014) (Narrative poetic format)
Categories: allegory, dark, evil, fantasy, halloween, horror, magic.
The Nocturnal Delight of Mephistopheles - Part Two
THE NOCTURNAL DELIGHT OF MEPHISTOPHELES - PART TWO (CONTINUED):
The stage was now set . . . from nowhere, Mephisto handed me a missive in
Medieval Latin to read. He said, “Young poet, the hour is late, and I know
You’re a scholar who can read this letter for better.” “And Sign it now you
Must to decree your fealty and your very soul to my Master, so now take
Heed!” And with that, my eternal soul was now the prize to be bartered
To make my life one of evil—for the better?
For a moment, a seeming eternity, I dreamt a thousand dreams, died a
Thousand deaths, and “NO!” was my clear answer to this unholy charlatan
And prevaricator of the truth, as he stood quite close. “A most unwise
Decision my young friend,” responded Mephisto seething in anger at my
“NO.” And then Mephisto declared: “I will take your soul anyway, and
Bring your life to its final close.”
That was it, my time was up and I knew I must act decisively to save my
Soul, if not my life! Dropping quickly to my knees, eyes shut, with a small
Crucifix in my hand, I replied in kind: “Get thee away from me unclean evil
Spirit in Jesus Christ’s name I Pray, and save my life Oh Lord God! And
Deliver my soul from this foul evil tempter and cleanse my mind of his kind!”
With that declaration, trembling and shaking, I continued by chanting the
Lord’s Prayer, when suddenly I heard a sonorous, searing scream and my eyes
Opened wide to behold: Mephisto engulfed in the fire and flames of unholy
Damnation resultant from the Lord’s Prayer. This final event ended Mephisto’s
Captivation of my mind and spirit so delightful to behold!
With this final image—I jolted awake quite suddenly, and I was sprawled
Out on my writing desk, with my ink pen nearby, and the warm glow of the
Bright morning sun breaking through the window. With this, this young poet
Felt safe and very much in the Lord’s grace as I peered up from my desk,
Basking wonderfully in God’s morning sunshine which illuminated my
Whole room from the window.
For the first time, I paused and I smiled—and I said: “Thank you Oh Lord
God, Master of the Universe!” “For now I’ve learned a most powerful
Lesson in the wages of sin and temptation of Thy Fallen Angel.” With
That I felt saved and destined after some much needed rest, to begin writing
Against that perverse Kingdom of Lucifer and to spirit into print, pure poetry
In praise of God—the Most Supreme Angel!!
But then I spied one final observation when I glanced at the floor from my
Desk, a small note lay there. The warmth I felt evaporated—and my nerves
Twitched, my body contorted as I stood up from my desk. I picked the note
Up off the floor, with the exquisite blood-red writing on it, just as it had been
Placed there, and read: “You won this time my little poet friend, but next time
I come, Lucifer, My Great Master will take your holy soul forever and all
Eternity into hellfire and damnation—My Best Wishes, Mephisto.”
After reading Mephisto’s note—I stood in a daze, bewildered and speechless,
And most afraid again!!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(October 11, 2014) (Narrative poetic format)
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