- This is an older poem I wrote a couple years ago. It's fitting lately so seems to be a good place to start this blog. First few post following this one may be "old". Just to build up a good foundation to start on. New material will be posted soon.
Welcome to my Nightmare...
Only the foulest of demons could have given their blessings
To this murky place in the bowels of fearful darkness
A netherworld spawned from the polluted womb of Hell
Where only snapping carnivores and darkest Death fare well
No army of mortal men would even dare think to tred in here
This land of graveyards which even the evilest of the evil fears
Oh, the snarling dogs of night, and perverse angels of darkest despair
The rank stench of forbidden evils is a permeation known everywhere
Dungeons of Death echo with cries, and the mocking laughter of Satan
As unfeeling dregs of darkness consummate the unholiest of known sins
The gurgling river of crimson blood flows beneath a bridge of sighs
While grotesquely winged serpents aimless flights blacken fire streaked skies
The burning sulfur is an acrid attack on both the lungs and senses
As it spews forth from the ground in clumps and raging torrents
Clinging to the littered remains of bleached bones of those beyond caring
As the blood curdling screams of the tortured sing their song of suffering
And gargoyles stand mute witness to the sights of foul, unholy debauchery
Meted out by the cruel, twisted, bony hands of long dead pagan deities
It is on this merciless plane that my nightmares forcibly torment me
Until I'm finally able to bolt upright awake ..... spent, gasping, and sweaty
Thanks for reading.
Brutal Telling from the Wings of a Reawakened Dark Angel by Jay Fallen (JAF) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.