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"Dormammu is the Cosmic Conqueror, the Destroyer of Worlds.
A being of infinite power and endless hunger, on a quest to invade
every universe and bring all worlds into his Dark Dimension. And he
hungers for Earth most of all."
The Ancient One
The Dark Dimension is a distorted space void between universes,
a strange hostile dimension and obscure dark world:
known as Darkforce Dimension and Hell Dimension,
a realm of never-ending evil and devoid of warmth,
it is a corrupted reality with no time and light that is cold;
and Dormammu is its Master and Lord and Dr. Strange is his enemy.
Dormammu has wave after wave of enemies wanting to defeat him,
and even some allies to help him in his desire to absorb:
Earth and other dimensions using a time travel portal,
and Dr. Stephen Strange, surgeon turned Sorcerer Supreme,
and protector of Earths defences creates barriers;
between other planes like the Dark Dimension to keep him away.
In an attempt to bargain with Dormammu, Dr. Strange goes there,
tumbling through time, he is killed but of course:
Dr. Strange cannot stay dead, so he is killed again,
over and over in an endless loop, so it is a failed attempt,
the doctor returns to Earth but will never give up;
can this evil creature be destroyed, perhaps, controlled, perhaps.
So, the Dark Dimension, that distorted space, that hellish place,
remains, ever growing, ever becoming stronger:
ruled by a demon who wants to absorb all universes,
and especially Earth- will the barriers keep him away,
doubtful, he will find his way, enlist allies to help;
but with Superheros and magic we may have a small chance.
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January 16, 2023
Poetry/Narrative/The Evil of the Dark Dimension
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1518-045-16
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Dark Dimension
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 01/20/2023
First Place
Tonight, I sit watching ebony skies
feeling the need for silence and seclusion
admiring the glitter and glimmer of stars
before one by one they disappear.
There's no solace found
when one loses luster and then dies.
As its twinkling torchlight flickers,
I drink deeply of its beauty.
In this haunting darkness of night
the taunting of its dimming light
once twilight's tattered tint loses its glint,
a star makes way for the moon to take flight.
I fear the imminence of its daunting death,
the last gasp of celestial breath
as it outshines the galaxy
before its flaming core collapses.
Suddenly, the night grows cold
and dire darkness holds reign
but not from a lofty throne.
Luna's halo has lost its glow.
How stark becomes the emptiness
where a star once heavenly hung.
It's not an illusion of pain...
I feel it as I feel the chill of winter rain.
It's as if into a black hole of stellar mass
it passes through mordant shadows
and I, although I fear the dark
would light a spark as it leaves
and time travel with it as luminance dulls.
If only wings were allowed mere mortals,
the portal they enter, I would breach
to reach its final resting place.
Sometimes, it seems as if in dreams
I follow where faded stars go to die.
Entering the depths of an abyss
from which they are not reborn.
I shiver while watching them flutter
the last pulsing beats
of dying hearts sputter
in demise before my eyes...
never to return to celestial skies.
A somber thought enters my soul,
that soon each dying star will depart
its shimmer veiled then extinguished
as if snuffed because of its beauty.
Stars should not be doomed to dwell
in skies with holes of desolation.
I mourn with miserable melancholy,
the glorious grandeur of its light
each time I see a fading star,
languishing as its journey ends.
A cry escapes my pouting lips
for all that's left of its existence
is stardust clinging to my fingertips.
Dark night of the soul
By Michelle Morris
05/12/2022
All mortal beings will experience
The dark night of the soul
It is inevitable as we journey
Through this human mode
Sent through a time-space continuum
Like time travel through a wormhole in space
Our souls are thrust into these shells
And we creatures become that grow old
We start off our lives completely naked
Vulnerable and dependent on others
We learn and grow and overcome obstacles
And at some apex we will know trouble
If we are smart, we will introspectively sit
And allow our higher self to commune
With our souls in our hour of darkness
Where the well seems deep and foreboding
The dark night of the soul is a chance to
See the brightness of the stars in the heavens
And feel the absolute divine spark within us
That shines out like a beacon calling to God
And if we gather our wits and fortitude
We shall rise, having known our demons
And faced them bravely in the cold and dark
Until at last, triumphant, we walk into the light
All mortal beings experience
The dark night of the soul
For it is a chance for us to know
And fully appreciate our immortal soul's role
And just like that we are flying and free
Our wings are formed and steadily we breathe
Air that is crisp and true and new and everything
For our perspective shifts and we are whole
© Michelle Morris, 2022
People say there's no such thing as time travel.
But if you sit outside in the early morning sun
Versus inside in front of half-hour TV shows
The quality of time experienced is chasmic.
The house protects, shields, nourishes
In its finite space.
The World is an infinite bombardment,
Like a child gleefully displaying all his clothes
While fabricating new items on the spot, sweetly, angrily,
but in every way for you, without fee or formality.
It is the world to which we belong,
Not the house, nor the show.
The morning sun may not re-locate us (physically)
Through our own construction of time
As a properly gadgeted time traveler might,
But it slows it with mystic ease and rhythms.
Which is more than Oprah Winfrey could ever do
Stuck inside a glowing, square box.
So rejoice! Your problems are small, definite, and digitized.
As this poem is written I sit
In World's slow time
As it beckons me forward in search
Of the soul's blue and glacial bliss.
A sky wrapped around a fist.
A rising sun crackling
The mountain mist.
A time traveler awakened to
Love's first kiss.
This Saturday morning.
Outside with tea.
Just you an me.
With the television's "secrets" within.
And the World open and naked without.
If time travel were possible,
the period I would want to visit most of all
would be that time long ago,
when Europe was covered with snow.
When we walked Among the Neanderthal.
Two different species of human,
but still very much the same.
Our common ancestor evolved differently
due to climate and terrain.
*****Heidelbergensis emerged out of Africa
into Europe and Western Asia,
but then the ice age came and the species became segregated
due to vast deserts, seas and glacier.
The ice age gripped Northern Europe.
Polar conditions were most of the continent.
*****Heidelbergensis then evolved into the cold adapted Neanderthal
and became Europe's only human resident.
The Neanderthals were territorial and they lived in small family clans.
Limestone caves provided most with shelter,
it was a limited resource upon this frozen land.
The caves the Neanderthals lived in were the center of the Neanderthal’s universe.
Within the cave walls, the Neanderthals would bury their dead and give birth.
Within the cave walls they would eat, they would sleep.
Within the cave walls they would butcher their meat.
Within the cave walls they would groom, they would mate.
Within the cave walls they would even defecate.
Within the cave walls was the safest place to be.
Outside was the harshest climate known to humanity,
in an unforgiving terrain filled with wild animals stalking them,
as well as Neanderthal males stalking other clan’s women.
Neanderthal clans did not interact with each other at all
and this was perhaps their biggest and greatest downfall.
Limited contact meant limited viewpoints and limited exchanges of ideas,
and so the Neanderthal's limited survival techniques
remained the same throughout their years,
But meanwhile,
back in sub tropical Africa, somewhat simultaneously,
*****Heidelbergensis evolved into a warm adapted human.
*****sapiens, Us, You and Me,
As the climate grew warmer we too migrated up north
into the Neanderthal’s stronghold.
Neanderthal extinction was about to come forth.
Within a few thousand years, the Neanderthal ceased to exist.
The small size of their clans made them vulnerable.
They couldn't confront or protect or resist.
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A little tale about the real me
twisted all inside as can be
the visions of the end
is all i see
F.T.W. setting my self free
waking up with the thought
i survived.
"SURVIVED!" another dream
holding my head under water
no one can hear my screams
cursing each and everyone
for this demon has won
taking over my soul
ripping out all my sanity
reliving over and over
the day i took my own life
my own hell is more than an element of a dream
slicing my most deepest vain, with the dullest knife
a fear so dark lashing out a terrorized scream
reality, to sanity, losing my main brain
a deep dark fear lurking, red blood stain
creeping up a MOSH caught in the way
F.T.W. we are all to blame
inside I dread the day of my rebirth
shout my guts into space for I have faced
to slow down the beast with a potent power of radiation
a frame out demon skinning the philosophy you once new
an evil more than vile, a poison worst than sin
motivating his way in to my voyage of my on tormented life
a DEMON dust from Neptune possessing me its rings
never to think in my wildest observation
I would encounter my own depths of a zero pointless energy
giving to my by the lighted gravity of humane
restricted on the eyes, for the ones who do not wish to see
a trance faster than the speed of light
ending myself to a forever night
fighting with them who reject to see a demon so twisted
dropped from the cosmos of realistic
no one wanting to acknowledge the relativistic way
that time travel out*** and Demons travel in***
lost forever in this rotten being
making me shout out loud to he
who knows my name
dealing with the devils Darkest Poet
in a Dark Poets game
-contest-
just a dream soupppppers lol. : )
I wish I had the knowledge
To build a time-traveling machine
'Cause I gotta couple of lost souls who need to be redeemed
I've looked it up plenty of times before
Starting with I need to get a Tesla Coil
I know time-traveling existed since the 1930's
But society acts today - like they've never heard of these
John Titor, Star-Beings, & aliens of today
Already found a million years ago a way
Somehow Hitler got it in his hands, & made a Travelling Bell
Hopefully it travelled his ass all the way to Hell
Tales as old as times, there have been legends of this
But inventions never come without a risk
So if I could make a time-machine in silence just for me
I'd go back in time 'til at least 2009
And save 16 or 17 souls from back in time...
You must see Slipback, the popular new app!
It's a primary clock of tick-tock;
brief time-travel is what you can make.
Anything can necessarily be changed in and for
just a few seconds.
Certainly, lives may unravel,
living life as a movie with a second take.
"Misremembering" becomes a thing.
Challenging what was done is done.
Eliminating what we thought was a mistake.
Creating misery for others, just for fun.
Mayhem only for mayhem's sake.
Now that we exist in this short world
of now and then,
the longer world of why and when
cannot survive.
And we will have vague memories of when
we used to be alive.
A thought
There was a day when I used to be happy,
There was a day when I felt like alive,
But now I am not even me ,
Different person in my cover,
This is what I think over and over.
Maybe time travel was not a myth,
I could go back and enjoy the time a bit,
To the young, I just wanted to meet,
Give him a hug and an advice a bit,
Nah, not possible from the chair I sit.
Just some words floating in my mind,
Always troubling me not so kind,
May me there is a place of my
True self where I can find.
What is love that I didn't got,
In the pool of hate I had to rot,
A boring life waiting for a dot,
A boring life waiting for a dot.
What is the real meaning of life ?
To just work till the end for a thrive ?
Or its the road, we just taking a drive?
Thought enough in a stanza of five.
On the cosmic inherited light I shall travel
Light that makes with matter and energy
In the pristine universe we try and ravel
An intricate pattern of evolving synergy.
With my distant past and unknown future
On the cosmic inherited light I shall travel
Controlled by famous formula E=MC square
I shall alter accrued matter to energy real.
My pull nothing not even you can repel
As I flash past you and your whole world
On the cosmic inherited light I shall travel
For you to sink in me before time implodes.
Speed of light the final slows time overtaken
Notion of present and future light can cancel
I shall reach history’s primordial past when
On the cosmic inherited light I shall travel.
September 21, 2017.