2. SOULS LOST

my window at night
is a refuge for souls at large,
for spirits damned by man.
so put the candle on.
the shadows on the wall
are not, are not at night
the familiar shapes of life.
on the way to the wood,
the whistle of the young lad
will suddenly turn into a
wild short scream.
the shadows on the wall
will shudder,
and silence will rule again
in utter darkness. 

whose soul was it
that blew the flame
and went into smoke forever?


A few words of explanation will be useful.
The Greek poet Xenikos wrote these deep underground poems in English. They were made “public” for the first time on 8 June 2011 in his blog http://xenikos.blogspot.com
Gothis poems, deep underground poems, satanic verse… the reader may call these poems as he wishes. They are only the result of a bet with a bad guy (he dared me…) who said he was interested in satanism. After reading, he had to concede that he was deeply impressed.
The specific content being what it is, the poet does not dislike the purely esthetic side of this work. 

There are nine poems.
Three distinctive parts, three poems in each part.
First part: talking about myself.
Second part: the works of Satan.
Third part: where I address myself to the young lad who brought me in to this. 
The above poem is nr 2.