5. SEVEN YOUTHS

the wood is full of silent sounds
of shadows and of smells.
a whisper is sliding through the trees,
the naked trees that seven springs
now beg for leaves and blossom.
but naked they stay, victims hated
by the wind and by man’s memory.
as seven summers have gone by
since Devil’s day, Lord Satan’s day,
when sacrifice they witnessed
of seven youths, who out of silly arrogance
had here invoked His name, and
when so mighty His presence came unto them,
had fled or tried to run, praying now
to another god, to pale inable saints. 

short was their path.
no supplication afterwards for mercy in despair
would hold the hand, that seven times
brought down the sacred dagger
onto their naked handsome chests,
untouched by maiden fingers,
and blood, dark blood had spread
on flesh too young for death. 

now deep in earth,
down in the deepest of deep palaces,
in glowing ardent beds the seven youngsters stay,
to all the devils there around
and to Lord Satan, at a whim,
from dusk to dawn
a willing prey.


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 5. (the works of Satan)
It is recommended to read the poems in their numeric sequence.