In the season of unreason, misery's
mist pervades the firmament.
Gods are falling and darkness embraces
all. The waters rise as tears flood down
Inequities' eyes hold secrets dark and grim.
Unwary man stands entwined by vines of servitude.
The euphoria of righteousness is sipped from a chalice
For want of love the kalokagathian spirit
Sprites behold the lie within and
another seal is broken.
Do you scream when the church bell rings?
Have you heard the dark angels sing?
Do you suppose you are just going mad?
Now tell me, would that be all bad?
Awakened by black lullaby to commune
underneath a horrid gibbous moon.
Bulging eyes in a frenzied trance
they dance their jerking undead dance.
And it seems its not just a dream
its all part of a grander scheme.
Oh, and you will be joined all too soon
festooned with blood and consumed
by an evil that never dies,
when it ends it just plays reprise.
And yet you act so surprised
when the dice come up, snake eyes.
You tremble as rhyme deserts with reason
flowing into prose of macabre repose.
In the great temple the priest feast
upon sweet meats. They dine from
golden platters, while measuring your faith
in rubies and diamonds. The legions of the
damned are disquieted growing restless
they yearn for vengeance.
In his hand the sword is merciless
as it pierces once sacred flesh. A divine
nightfall comes with utter overwhelming
suddenness and the cries of the vengeful
legions mingle with the unceasing screams
of the righteous. The air is perceptibly
colder. Then comes the hideous beating
of strange drums floating down from
afar in terrible rhythm, demonic drumming
rising to louder pitch as ice-cold it becomes
a wind of shocking sentience. This wind sweeps
down from forbidden heights to coil about
forlorn innocence. All is lost in red woven
haze, the fiend has destroyed the peace
and comfort of the world. Now it will live on
and on, body to body forever, a dreadful magic
of unending death. It is the Devil's business.
and he is coming to claim his own.