Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#75
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Not very happy with this. It kind of fell apart around the middle, I think. I do like the first three stanzas, though. May go back and try re-writing it from there.
Demogorgon
I was in the void, the sum of all splendors,
abiding eternity, my kingdom in endless effigy,
in perfect preservation,
every dominion of the abyss
a rendering of singular truth.
But it was not within me to maintain my reign,
bound to myself in edification
unable to bear the dialogue of mirrors,
the internecine echoes of a sigh.
And so, with a breath, I gave birth to time.
Stepping so gently into natal existence,
comforting squalling stars in the agony of birth,
I stood amid the shattering,
looking out upon aeons turned to ice,
the sundered still-lifes of each moment of forever.
I heard the first word, not mine,
ravaging the cosmos with the glory of defiance,
and so the song began, the messages of light,
quaking my nihil realm,
begging the question of God.
For this, I watched the prince of the angels die,
impassive, the blood sliding from my hands,
and inspired by his sacrifice,
I imagined fire, the gift,
thus fashioning myself a friend of the world.
And when they built their altars,
when they swore their vows,
I had no words of comfort to give,
no atonement to offer,
no hope at all.
Yet I remain, to hear the screams,
to wander the streets and step upon bones,
to usher the sun to its sepulcher
while the mourners are as helpless
as I have always known them to be.
And I shall be there, when my child dies,
in reunion with nothingness,
awaiting a return to myself,
and considering this, I reflect:
that nothing has changed.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 09-26-2011, 08:27 PM
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