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ACHERON
On these stygian waters we sail
with Marchosias as my guide
I ask, "O, Marquess, what have I done
with my life?"
Whimpering and cries of agony
are singing as chorus around them
He says, "O, Mortal, corruption is deep
in your heart"
as i look upon machosias his black wings unfurled
and flared above my sight. though i have witnessed
this demonic configuration before it shocked
me to my very essence every time. then he smiled.
"My dear miscreant, you were but a
vile man that discarded your loved ones," says he,
and furls his wings tightly
'round him.
Everywhere I look there are shadows.
Some deeper than black, hands reaching
I asked, "My life was suffering,
should not theirs?"
at that the marquess throws his lupine head and
lets loose a series of barks that I, eventually,
realized that he was laughing at me. the ghastly earl
settled down and wrapped his serpent tale around
him.
"My friend, you could not see beyond what
you created with imagination,"
says he. Marchosias gaze leaves mine
for darkness
Somewhere in the distance there are drums
pounding with a steady cadence of doom
I spat, "Imagination? That's rich.
Then I'll leave!"
the count shakes his head, his
ram horns shines dimly in the
gloom. then he returns his gaze
back to mine. vertical red slit eyes
surrounded by black. briefly, he slides his forked
tongue o'er obsidian lips.
"Your will means as much as the flesh bag
you left behind killed yourself,"
says the marquees, drooling at the thought
of my suicide
It was then that the gloom recedes
to the warm light of a throne of fire
I whisper, "Dear boat man, is that who
I think it is?"
upon the throne sits a massive masculine form. he
is pure whitein soot covered celestial robes with a
crown of horns settled on his brow. his abysmal
eyes bores into my soul and suddenly it seems as if
he knows every little secret of my life. lucifer points
a taloned finger at me.
Marchosias dips his horned head at
me, for it is simply obvious.
We step off to the shore and he says,
"'tis judgment and it is infernal."
i begin to speak but my words soon turn into a
scream as the first of the fallen clenches his first
and i, who scorned everyone around me and
took the coward's way out with a shotgun
blast to head, burst into flames to suffer in
eternal anguish
with Marchosias as my guide
I ask, "O, Marquess, what have I done
with my life?"
Whimpering and cries of agony
are singing as chorus around them
He says, "O, Mortal, corruption is deep
in your heart"
as i look upon machosias his black wings unfurled
and flared above my sight. though i have witnessed
this demonic configuration before it shocked
me to my very essence every time. then he smiled.
"My dear miscreant, you were but a
vile man that discarded your loved ones," says he,
and furls his wings tightly
'round him.
Everywhere I look there are shadows.
Some deeper than black, hands reaching
I asked, "My life was suffering,
should not theirs?"
at that the marquess throws his lupine head and
lets loose a series of barks that I, eventually,
realized that he was laughing at me. the ghastly earl
settled down and wrapped his serpent tale around
him.
"My friend, you could not see beyond what
you created with imagination,"
says he. Marchosias gaze leaves mine
for darkness
Somewhere in the distance there are drums
pounding with a steady cadence of doom
I spat, "Imagination? That's rich.
Then I'll leave!"
the count shakes his head, his
ram horns shines dimly in the
gloom. then he returns his gaze
back to mine. vertical red slit eyes
surrounded by black. briefly, he slides his forked
tongue o'er obsidian lips.
"Your will means as much as the flesh bag
you left behind killed yourself,"
says the marquees, drooling at the thought
of my suicide
It was then that the gloom recedes
to the warm light of a throne of fire
I whisper, "Dear boat man, is that who
I think it is?"
upon the throne sits a massive masculine form. he
is pure whitein soot covered celestial robes with a
crown of horns settled on his brow. his abysmal
eyes bores into my soul and suddenly it seems as if
he knows every little secret of my life. lucifer points
a taloned finger at me.
Marchosias dips his horned head at
me, for it is simply obvious.
We step off to the shore and he says,
"'tis judgment and it is infernal."
i begin to speak but my words soon turn into a
scream as the first of the fallen clenches his first
and i, who scorned everyone around me and
took the coward's way out with a shotgun
blast to head, burst into flames to suffer in
eternal anguish
Published 25th Aug 2024
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©2024 Frank Green
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25th Aug 2024 5:51am
Hopefully this is for the comp dude it's just that freaking good, really tight work
25th Aug 2024 6:19am
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. And thank you for the heads up on the comp. I just entered it. I hardly ever look at the comps because there's barely subjects I want to write about. So thanks again.
