I walk a path of
mud and sludge
within the lurid cloak of night.
Dim red lanterns upon the eaves,
the smell of blood and sweat and lust.
Feathered heads and gaping mouths,
neon pink and brackish brown,
forever dancing in the street,
of prancing donkeys with heads of geese.
I wander to a glowing light,
perchance some sanctuary amidst this sin.
Leather cracks, and I am bound,
by vulpine claws around the hip.
I turn to a see a face in two,
split by halves of shadow and light.
Under sun her eyes are soft,
though sparkles escape the innocent veil.
Her mouth is twisted to a pout,
half of sorrow, half of delight.
Beneath the moon, her face transforms,
a grotesque visage
of the succubus,
with a horn protruding from the head,
deep set eyes of a bloody red,
her tongue comes forth, as if to strike,
but tickles the face,
with its fork.
“Begone you slanderer, splitters of lies!”
An aged man cries, beneath the light.
The grasp is lifted, and the woman turns,
her pout had melted to a nasty smile,
the human mask to a devils’ face.
A silent gust blows from behind,
I turn to see the old man gone
a crouching demon in his place.
“Time to shed the cover of lies,
the shining light that blinds the Eye and
let the blackness reveal the
Truth.”
Pop and fizzle: the light is gone,
and naught is seen but the candles’ glow.
I take a step, but there is no foot,
instead a hoof steps on the path. |
Submission Name: Dark Path
