Out of a Ghouls Hive (A Poetic Tale)Out of a Ghouls Hive “They dread red…”The King said, As was on every pillar in the kingdom; thus, “A certain amount of red appeared…” (so he said) “…red, red is where Death occurs.” One pillar she noticed had a light shade— Another dark; one pillar was covered With red, the next, very sparse. Said Brandy—“Some houses are red” “Yes,” ascended the King, “And inside of these houses is death” (and there were many). Replied Brandy—“Ghouls of the murdered?” Replied the King, “And some murderers.” As they talked—they moved from Shaft to shaft; she never looked Behind her back; she never noticed— The Ghouls, where they were at… All hidden in corners like rats, Waiting for a moment to attack; Thus, they paced and combed the floor Talking together they halted at the door A dozen of them awaited her… Brandy could not guess all this— No sound or dismal greetings Just red, red: pillars, doors and floors. The ghouls slashed their way through The pillars and floors, reddened dark… Brandy approached, she was curious As she opened the door, slowly, Intimidation came instantly A ghoul’s foot appeared and, and They seized her, yanked her violently Through the reddish room, now Surrounded by menacing ghouls… They would have slain her on the spot— But did not: Azaz’el, demonic creature From above, fell in love… (the sloth) For his gratification, she lay Beneath his wings, no hop remained. Part Two: Colored Stones Now set into colored stones, And looking like a priceless gem— She become ornaments for the wicked And the leader Azaz’el They wore her upon their chests Examined her in the halls of foolishness Spoils of war…so it was said Her being was cut up into red pieces Of personal adornments, Many now wore her as a solid Red gem, she was…was In a veritable hive Of Ghoulish murderers… almost But not quite, not quite dad: yet. Thus, they loitered around this lot, Around the Kingdom like corpses: With yellowish grinding teeth, Spears in hand— Claw like fingernails; wings, like bats; Wings mounted on their backs; Barbwire Necks, long like chickens. What was the secret, the secret? Beyond the death of red, to avoid it? Brandy needed to know, but no one Spoke of it— Hence, smeared with blood, the girl Appeared from concealment (no longer in the gems) “The avenger,” he whispered: “Now indeed will you die?” “I should have died,” she replied “Alone in the Red Room!” I know the way,” replied the girl. Eyes wide opened, now wise. Part Three: The Mind Dark it was, as she jumped into the river A sudden inspiration, a bold leap A scheme within in her mind. “I am not afraid,” said the girl (not sure who she was talking to); There was no more fear, of danger Or of safety, she had paid her dues. Ah! at the end of the city the King did wait— “Come,” he whispered to himself, “Come, I wait!” The King’s room paralleled the river: And so covered with the foliage of green She was not seen… When she thought she was opposite The point, where the king stood She sought, and found a doorway— And here she prayed! A faint light From above revealed Serr’el, And angel of light— Stooping, he lifted her up to him As a rat leaped on by— “Poor devil,” she cried. #935 11/23/05  |
