Wednesday, May 24, 2017

The Dark Lord Screams


No one dreams of dying
With a hope to travel
To the worst place
Of all
The floor of the destination
Entered by a long lonely hall
With steps ever going down
One arrives upon the banks
Of the river of flame
And then into the domain
Ruled by the King of Lying
Of Tartarus and the Styx
All the demons and devils
Serve in the thrall
Of the Father of Darkness
Lucifer
The bright morning star
He screams in anger
Pain is his curse
His hold over the earth
Fails to dominate
While the world
Debates his existence
Not imagining
He was real
And was the master
Of the dark forces
Our lives unraveling
Unseen forces hold
So very tight
Nearly strangling
Our lives
Every day
Every night