Cold are the massive ramparts of deep Hell
Demonic beasts stand waiting by their posts:
Agaliarept, the Henchman of the host
He, guards the unholy profound supreme:
Eternity waitsthine war-abyss eyes:
Here the cosmic demons pace and lye;
Underneath the oceans surface, and its tides,
Waiting to take control, of contending skies.
Down Hells corridors: flames sweep the deep
Blood hath wet, the devouring trodden walls:
Thunder, unbigoted, unresting, orbits;
Immeasurable nights, fume the halls.
Here, ye eternal gates (for fates) lift up
For humankinds, induce unnumbered tears
Here, yethe mammoth disc, of the vast sun
Beams realms of blood-red dark towrs of death!
O dim bowls of fire, with faint unrest
Thine silence now rules the ghostly deep
Held by the pyres of the spectral past:
Be patient, says Satan; well rule the weak!
Day shall soon befall this ungraceful abyss
Time shall unwind, darken dungeons: put off
And the legions of Hell, serve Gods will;
The near doom of mankind: Hells spawning.
#1366 6/3/2006
Commentary: we as humans hold no truce with death, nor a peace treaty with hell, it is the calls of the unchosen, unworthily, the degrade of beauty that knocks at our front door, yes, they come up all the way up from hells corridors, to minister honey, to the divided hearts of earth, likened to a hungry bear. Reluctant we may be, but so are they.
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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry and Commentary
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