4. RAPE

why is this open place amidst the wood
so silent
as if no bird dared to appear?
why are the trees so stern?
why is this place so perfect a circle
and what has been burning,
burning in the centre of it?
 
strange lights can be seen at night
moving from tree to tree.
and in the circle a low fire is on
with no people sitting around.
and dead as the place may be
as long as sunrays wink,
mysterious signs remind of life
beyond this earthly life,
when midnight tolls
and lonely souls
start hunting for a virgin
or for a boy uninitiated.
 
nights on end the chasing will be vain.
but when a maiden too rebellious,
a boy too eager to indulge in
overwhelming pleasure,
ventures into the wood
on stormy nights:
the souls will have their victim!
and high will sound the canticles of joy,
of burning satisfaction
of all around the fire who watch
Lord Lucifer consuming
again and again till dawn comes up
His sacred rape.


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
Gothic 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 4. (the works of Satan)