Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Stirring of Dark Purpose


Awakening light crept into the murky depths,
Wary of the monsters that in the darkness slept.
Every footfall the resounding knell of a church bell,
Ringing into the darkness, stirring things dark and fell.

Glinting eyes open in their sunken depths,
A terrible visage where brooding malevolence slept.
Cold eyes survey their domain, assessing all in sight,
A dark shape shifts in the gloom, a predator steps into the light.

Even a glance or mere glimpse of its hideous features,
Would make stout hearts recoil in mortal dread.
Certainly, this character is unique amongst all creatures,
Laughing, as it rips it's prey to the last stitch and shred.

Ruthless, intelligent, it hungers. To stay above the sordid rest,
Deceit, larceny, murder are child's play, merely a fool's jest.
No mere wolf cub but demon incarnate in sheep's guise,
Amongst flocks Lady Luck did not favour with her dice.

Judge, jury, executioner; if choice were his he would be all,
The World his whore, who he rapes, mashing pretty face into wall.
He would hold sway over the masses of weaker minds,
Equals, if any, would be laid to rest, broken from behind.

Be preacher, sinner, laymen; all clamour to his siren voice,
Mesmerised, instinct lulled by the illusion of choice.
And conquered by the intricacies of his web, they are caught,
Willingly they ignorantly skip to slaughter they unwittingly bought.

Pleasant contemplation fades and reality snaps back in,
If there is need to satiate one's greed, one must wade in sin.
Spirituality is no concern, his black soul already rust stained,
The innocent warm light of the human spirit long long waned.

No qualms, no doubts, no regrets to tell,
The fires of his mind fuelled by the oil-wells of hell.
Wallowing by hedonistic fire, content, the creature basks,
And prepared, ever-ready, the monster dons it's sculptured mask.

And steeped in direst cunning and guile,
He greets the neighbour with a good morning
And a smile...

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.... Yes. Fear me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dear mone, it was very disturbing, as you said. don't plunge the depths but soar into your ever generous spirit.