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"In Remembrance (Part 3: Demonology)" by Mathesix

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Awaiting the august presence, in a midnight oil of archetypical nomenclature
The whimsical control of the planar gates recedes into randomness
The Beholder’s eye winks while beckoning
She reads the sign…”Welcome to Hell”
As a warning
As a wish

The light-bearer circles the clouds in stately orbit, the fallen vista of Venus
The Seraph questions the once- archangel, clearly scornful
“Why fall so far beneath the eyes of heaven for my free-will?”
She laments to Lucifer’s manifestation
As a pathetic attempt at semblance
As a poetic cry for reason

Succumbing to a course with no direction, she regains composure
A scheme worthy of the demonic pantheon , diabolical in its nature
The four crown princes gesture in unison
She evolves into something more…
As a demon
As a dream

Lilith relaxes upon her throne, regarding the one who threatens its occupancy
The Libyan queen of insalubrious carnality, poses in all her grandeur
While the shuffling servants breathlessly await a proclamation
She instead recalls Adam and her folly, “She may live”
As a gesture
As a gift

Innocence lost, she wishes to reunite with the soul who revealed decadence
To renew the lingering kiss which still graces her lips
Praying for deliverance from a being with no heart
She tastes the salt upon her cheek
As a tear falls
As a tribulation begins

Gathering unto a bestial horde, Abbadon begins his ascent
For heaven’s gates remain unguarded, unlocked
The assault in earnest, the angels enter the fray
She is unaware of consequences
As a search starts
As a secret reveals

“He was not real!” she cries, above the tumult, the warfare unheeded
“Nothing is real!” she weeps, ignoring chaos’s manifestation
A breaking cross and shattered pentagram, no force withstood her wrath
She smites all who stand before her
As a vicarious entity
As a vengeful demon

The expanse is windswept, devoid of life, as the charred ruins of ethereal spirits lie
Beneath the canopy of clouds, she awaits judgment
Accusingly she faces her prosecutor
She accepts the verdict , to walk the earth
As a mortal
As a miracle

Awakened eyes reveal the presence, embodied in a satin shroud
Sleeping blissfully ignorant of the happenstance of gods
The nightly reverie interrupted as
She caressingly pulls back the folds of cloth
“You do exist”…




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On Thursday June 22nd, 2006, Magic Hatter (2382) writes:
sucks? are you kidding me? are you a walking thesauras..holy fuck man..this was delicious and exemplies why poetry is a great experience when you give it a chance to break foward...superbbb!!!!


On Wednesday June 21st, 2006, Forgotten Angel (475) writes:
this does NOT suck..its magnificent, again..this angel..who ends up in hell..she's magnificent..i can picture her now..you turn the simplest things into such magic, Josh..everything you write is wonderful! don't ever doubt it, please -Kel


On Wednesday June 21st, 2006, dp_whipping_girl (408) writes:
i wanna be her.


On Wednesday June 21st, 2006, dp_whipping_girl (408) writes:
forgiveness? second chances? miracles... Thank you for this write. I needed it as I fall into Darkness, I'll try to remember the angel. You surprised me for sure, with the ending. ~pf *wipes tears from her eyes*


On Wednesday June 21st, 2006, dp_whipping_girl (408) writes:
*noob* whos the prosecutor? since she broke the cross and the pentagram... or was the cross Abaddon's? then that would clear things up for me. But Abaddon is kinda sketchy depending on who you ask. ~pf


On Wednesday June 21st, 2006, Mathesix (67) writes:
The prosecuter is god (was hoping it was obvious) the cross stood for the angels and the pentagram was for the demons. she believed that she was played for a fool by everyone so she destroyed them all.


On Wednesday June 21st, 2006, dp_whipping_girl (408) writes:
ah it should have been obvious, i missed the part "the angels enter the fray" my ignorance, not your writing; ~pf


On Wednesday June 21st, 2006, Mathesix (67) writes:
And I interpret Abaddon as the king of the abyss. "He and his swarm of locusts who will rise after the fifth angel has blow his horn" according to revelations


On Wednesday June 21st, 2006, dp_whipping_girl (408) writes:
ah since you proclaimed yourself an unbeliever i went by other records, which put him in other places too, he got around depending oh who you ask!



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