A Testimony from Hell [a poem]

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 waits--thine 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 Hell's 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, ye--the mammoth disc, of the vast sun

Beams realms of blood-red dark tow'rs 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; we'll rule the weak!

Day shall soon befall this ungraceful abyss

Time shall unwind, darken dungeons: put off

And the legions of Hell, serve God's will;

The near doom of mankind: Hell's 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 hell's corridors, to minister honey, to the divided hearts of earth, likened to a hungry bear. Reluctant we may be, but so are they.