Raising the DemonA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘There’s
just one story I’ve never told From
the dregs of my memory yet, It
happened when I was just a lad And
I needed to forget, But
since I’ve been in the hospital The
dreams have come again, Have
swirled around on the ceiling here From
the depths of my tortured brain!’ The
old man under the coverlet Knew
he was fading fast, He
wouldn’t be there on the morrow After
that night, he breathed his last, I’d
always thought him a wicked man There
was evil in his eyes, But
now the light of the truth shone there, Much
to my surprise. ‘We
were just a group of army lads Playing
about with sin, Everything
was a joke to us So
we let the evil in, The
guy that we knew as Gorgon was A
Warlock, so he said, We
let him think we believed him, but Our
laughter turned to dread.’ ‘The
army town was a country town With
a graveyard on the hill, We’d
often go up at midnight, just To
give ourselves a thrill, We’d
sit on graves, sing bawdy songs In
the dark, as black as pitch, While
he’d go skittering round the graves To
call up an evil witch.’ ‘We
laughed, and thought it a joke, but then He
said, ‘You don’t believe? There’s
any number of demons here I
keep tucked up my sleeve, I’ll
call on the Demon Malphas, you Will
not mistake his form, He
comes as a fluttering raven, makes You
wish you’d never been born.’’ ‘He
stood up there on a graveyard slab At
the height of the midnight hour, And
drew a mystic pentangle with The
stalk of a plastic flower, He
called ‘Mallala al Rishabad’ In
a tongue we’d never heard, We
all went suddenly quiet when We
heard the wings of a bird.’ ‘The
air was filled with a fluttering But
we couldn’t see in the dark, There
wasn’t a Moon in the sky that night Nor
even a single star, The
Gorgon swallowed and went quite pale Looked
blindly up at the sky, ‘Oh
God, I think that I’ve raised him up,’ He
said, with a weird cry. A headstone stood in the second row, It
must have been eight feet high, And
on the top sat a raven, wings Stretched
out, and an evil eye, We
heard the crack of the mortar, saw The
slab break right in two, And
the Gorgon fell right into the grave, He
disappeared from view!’ ‘While
up above sat the raven, he Let
out a terrible caw, A
sound like the creaking gates of Hell As
they swallowed the soul before, The
guys, they up and they scattered Making
their way on down the hill, Their
equanimity shattered, There were groans in the sudden chill.’ ‘The
Gorgon never came out that night The
army sent up a team, They
dragged his corpse in the morning light From
the grave where he’d last been seen, A
look of horror was on his face From
the time of his deadly fall, And
none of us even had the grace To
go to his funeral.’ The
old man struggled to get his breath, Began
to fade from my sight, The
hospital room spun slowly round, He
wouldn’t see out the night, My
eyes were playing me tricks, I saw Perched
just above his head, The
shadowed form of a raven that Cawed
once, and he was dead! David
Lewis Paget © 2013 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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