The Purgatory Meet

 
the land was cold, the greyness deep  
the eerie landscape of the undead's keep  
deep within and deeper still  
between the dimness of purgatory  
and the coldness of deepest hell  
nothing stirred in the bowels of netherworld  
 
guard the gate, snarling Cerberus  
with Cujo, in dribbling horror tenfold bigger  
than ever was, watching them  
the surreal attendees marching by  
in gaits familiar evil incarnate  
in every aura shown  
 
Damien Thorn in cherubic beauty  
sitting upon the throne of serpents  
bestowed by his father the anti-christ  
who guffawed loud and long  
at the follies of mankind  
 
entered Hannibal still wiping his mouth  
succulent flesh in his memory  
touching shoulder with Candyman  
his hook on his bleeding chest  
Demon girls crawled in  
lithe pale Samara and Juon    
 
yet they were minor evils  
nothing shone from them  
but pettiness and enslavement  
to their own whims and fancy  
 
the eerie mists did creep in  
drizzles of rancid shower in the air  
the air thickened and fear permeated  
from the bowels of the infernal land  
then ancient flutes from unknown origin  
 
a clap of thunder  
hideous pan with backward horn  
danced in trailing ancient gods  
 
the fifth son of the fallen Kasdeya  
led the others evil manifestations  
Seth ever regal,  
Tezcatl poca of the smoking mirrors  
Wele Gumali, the black god  
 
and more trailed in to pay homage  
Xa-Mul, who loved his meal whole  
Jilaiya, the sucker of blood  
cold and destructive Itzcoliuhqui  
gods and demons in roaring voices  
knelt to the cherubic form  
 
more ancients from beyond memories  
trailed to hear the sermons  
the hope promised by the roaring light  
of ancient known with evil might  
that they would walk the earth again  
 
and the son of the angel of light  
rose among them, in his beauty  
rays of red pulsing evil light  
emanated from his body  
all were silent until the cymbals  
of hell sounded  
 
go forth in your many forms  
replenish the earth with all you have  
sow the teeth of the dragon  
in each land you traverse  
remember the mission we have  
trample all seeds sown by Him
 
thunder and lightning  
storms and hurricanes  
within that night the thousands  
who attended the meeting  
were transformed to humans beauteous  
and angelic  
 
with the evil seeds in their hearts  
they birthed cruel destructions  
of mankind, through slogans  
through guns and fire through deceit  
they started to destroy everything  
in their path  
 
they now walk upon the earth  
claiming each foot of blood  
on the ground, they shed  
as a stake for their Kingdom.  
 
 
 
*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*