(A lone voice whispers)
Some Antenoraians
Pray
In uneven straight lines
With a new Caiphas
The dark priest
In the Lost City of Dis
In The Far East
For the world
To taste
A Malebolge sour kiss
The Sowers of Scandal
Living spiritually
By The Great Lake of Cocytus
The hidden gateway to a soulless Judecca
The dark wells of fire and ice
To their God
Who pays with gold
In the form of desire
Only to entrap those into sin
As the Great Battle
Continues
Into eternity
As angels
Of Light
Led by Michael
Slowly
Win
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
No matter how dark it seems. There is always hope.
Mormo nudges Moros shoulder hard,
chthonic behavior a bleak dance;
Cocytus is swollen with sad souls,
what direction do explosives flow?
Chthonic behavior a bleak dance,
it’s so easy to learn the steps to;
Be courageous, favor bold fortune!
Cocytus is swollen with sad souls,
Swim against this trend even alone,
capture optimistic moonlighting;
What direction do explosives flow?
Cerberus and Acanthodonto,
maybe the secret’s in their tension.
Aeneid Book 6: The Descent into the Underworld
by Virgil
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The Sibyl began to speak to Aeneas:
“God-blooded Trojan, son of Anchises,
descending into the Underworld’s easy
since Death’s dark door stands eternally unbarred.
But to retrace one’s steps and return to the surface:
that’s the conundrum, that’s the catch!
Godsons have done it, the chosen few
whom welcoming Jupiter favored
and whose virtue merited heaven.
However, even the Blessed find headway’s hard:
immense woods barricade boggy bottomland
where the Cocytus glides with its dark coils.
But if you insist on ferrying the Styx twice
and twice traversing Tartarus,
if Love demands you indulge in such madness,
listen closely to how you must proceed...”
Keywords/Tags: Virgil, Aeneid, descent, underworld, Aeneas, death, door, Jupiter, heaven, woods, Cocytus, River Styx, Stygian, Hades, Tartarus, voyage, journey, love, madness, god, gods
I sink, and drown in all my sorrows
Bring me to darkness where I can forget.
Grant me that privilege, let me burrow
My final resting place, my final bed.
Forget, life, every word I ever said.
"I swim in darkness", once I wrote that poem.
And still I swim, Styx's water vast and endless.
Sometimes words break through the foam
of waves crashing, sentences that press
an imprint in my wrinkled, blood soaked flesh.
No words describe the pain as much as Cocytus,
in ancient times a river filled by tears betrayed,
now howled by me, horrendous exodus,
washed away to Acheron our blood, paid
dearly by my living still, for them too late.
Oh river of fire, oh Phlegethon, you burned
My body down, my mind to ashes grey.
Make me forget this terror, let no stone unturned
To wipe my memory, please Lethe, clay
on your banks, and let me forever stay
And sink, and drown in all my sorrows
Bring me to darkness where I can forget.
Grant me that privilege, let me burrow
My final resting place, my final bed.
Forget, life, every word I ever said.
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January 28, 2017