Whispers of a legend

You decide....

Words leap from their tongues, speaking of things to come.

His name rings like church bells going off on Christmas day

If only he was so charming...

 

A lonely wondering soul among an overpopulated planet, what joy in the kill means is exactly that.

His victims have no tails as they have never lived to give warning, until now...

Those who speak of him are regurgitating tradition to keep them safe

"Ripping flesh from the bone as he drinks you" was enough to hear

from their lips before second guessing the stories.

They had "evidence" of his existence, things that have been passed down through generations.

Goat temples and sheep bibles, they read in fear they hide bravely,as they have confidence in their god.

One would ask why do they hide with such confidence....The answer would simply echo from the graves;

Fear is more powerful than love and hate.

He strikes just when you think your safe, a sadistic pun...,The smell of death fills the room, an odd cold evil laden air follows,

He watches you as your mind tries to figure out the s**t that is about to hit everything your reality was built on,

As your mind tells you it's not real, your faith challenges itself

right then and there when your confidence in the goodness of your belief comes to life

A tongue strokes your ear, a finger caresses your lips...sssshhh.....

Comforting words of death feels like sensual whispers made by the angels,

you feel oddly good, an orgasmic feeling described best as euphoria.

A voice so gentle yet so evil, speaks things never thought to be pleasurable;

 

how else would he get you.....

 

A struggle of parallel existence begins, which way do you go?

A test of logic and belief,..you scream in silence GOD!

The voice growls there is no god?....there is no god in here with you, its just me....

Suddenly a cold sweat runs down your back...., and your mind unscrambles a puzzle,

your hairs stand on end, nerve wrecked would be an understatement, A darkness falls over you,

"I know who that is"....He whispers yeeesssss....you do....

he said say it...., say my name...., say all of them....I am a legion beyond your wildest dreams,

You only heard about me, now you have me....how does it feel to finally meet the one and only?

Realizing the s**t your in, you try to think if this is a test or is it really happening, to be surrounded by so much power, in this reality is it really him....?

Forsakened by existence ...god? fear has finally taken control, feeble you are he whispers....

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,...he counts and screams....LUCKY NUMBER 7! he laughs and drags you across what seems to still be your room, just less cozy...., SAY MY NAME! YES! LUCIFER, SATAN, BOB,

you know the rest. I am not the creator of evil, it became me, I am not the creator of satanism you are, I am honored to have inspired humanity, I have come for my rightful place as Lord.

I bring you death, I bring you pain, I bring you words of doom, happiness is relative, as the current situation so perfectly describes, see my smile.

At the pulse of what would become your final heart beat, he vanishes, the world you once knew has returned, as you breathe a sigh of relief, you also want to scream, but what use would it do, you have just been violated in every way you can think of mental and physically, you open your eyes and there before you is a crucifix in reverse and your sheets are wet, now you have to decide if your dreaming or sleeping, better yet why are you still alive.

Reviews

[tanker22]

dark. i liked the visuals. i felt as if i was the one being dragged by lucifer. such a vivid story. i can only imagine your dreams.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Phillip, must say, my favorite part is its reference to the toungue and the thrill Bob, Lucifer, gets
every line eerie, great write, -----mishel