The demon bound
through the years
grew wise,
found it a ceremonial thread.
He tore it
lept with hysterical joy,
the numbing bondage
no longer confined him.
He danced in newfound glee
yet wondered,
"What a fool, I have been all along,
to let this thread bind me.
Free at last,
with wisedom gained
a changed life began -
a wiser one.
As I was walkin’ down the street
I thought I saw him ahead,
I followed on trembling feet
wherever he led.
We threaded through the crowd
And entered a dark lane.
The sun blushed behind a cloud
As I leapt into his arms again.
Tear blind eyes freed my senses
To see the monster manning the trap.
I halted at the hyper-spatial fences,
Poised to take a step back...
Come, thou Demond of Delgon,
Appear as my lover again for me.
I know not where he is gone,
And I may be consumed by thee.
Originally published:
Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 85, January 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM85COMP.pdf].
Seething with anger and hatred twards all,
adding each day another brick to my wall.
Memories beseech me my nightmares unending,
viewing my life by being condisending.
Evil and darkness run rampit in my head,
and I wish once again for me to be dead.
No more pain I must hide and hold,
no more anger to release and unfold.
Peace in no existance,rest in death,
who needs life when all life has left?
A souless body wondering in shame,
and my own cowardly demond is the only one I can blame.
By: Angela Holcomb
A great shape-shifter
Created by mighty storms
spirit seeks revenge