I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
But the source of darkness that was born of himself
Born from evil thoughts that germinated in a petri dish
And sprang forth fully formed and man shaped, though he was no man.
Man was fascinated when this being came on scene
And though his resistance was momentary,
Soon, his allegiance was made and switched from the One who loved the light
And given to the One who loved the dark.
And that is our backstory to this tale
A tale that may terrify, may enthrall and may immerse
You in waters so deep and black that even the blind avoid it
Not even knowing what it is or that it's there.
If you do not like the dark,
Perhaps you might want to leave off reading further
And make your departure now while you still can
But if you are the brave sort, then read on, by all means. We met on April 14th at midnight at an elegant formal party On an ancient estate high upon a hill beyond a dense dark forest Where no bird sang nor fox ran or bear prowled We did not know our host nor did we know why we had been invited. We were young and foolish and careless As only the young can be as they explore the nooks and crannies of life Tasting this, trying that, learning of love and lust And what the finding and the losing of both can do to one's soul. We were beautiful, still innocent, un-jaded By the hands of men and lecherous hearts We still sang in the mornings and prayed in the evenings Before we went to beds alone and dreamed of love and wanting. We didn't know what lay before us or we would have never gone No, that's not quite right, we would like to think we would not have gone But we were too heady with anticipation of the ball And thrilled that we'd been asked.
We were like sheep to the slaughter led by our trusting natures Because we had not yet discovered that there was any other kind Our mothers had taught us to be obedient to our elders, kind to strangers, And respectful of our betters and you were a good boy and I, a good girl. There!The scene is set! We are at the ball in the dark castle on top of the hill We are glorious in our elegant clothes and youthful faces We are eager to raise our champagne glasses and eat our fill of feast And wonder whose faces are hidden underneath the intricate masks. We think we are so mature and worldly but we don't have a clue And when that night is over, we will pray to wake up in our own beds And find that it has all been just a dream We will pray that we can forget and that God will forgive. To be continued......................
