The Encounter

A fantasy about dabbling in black magic and confronting the devil

Upon those shores in the nightly hours

Came the nemesis of all that is good and fair

In the crumbling cave under moonlit glow

Must our blood be shed and our vows be said

To meet requirements of sacraments of old

A bond was made for the offer laid

In the form of a lying scroll in sand

The maiden wailed, a sacrifice chained

To the marble alter, to satisfy this man

All innocence shall be forever stained 

Opiate scenes of evanescent dreams

Reflecting everything grim

From turbulent tides and desperate cries

To the cathartic yellowing grin

The water waned and retreated upon his descent

A power so mighty and a beauty once divine

With the wry smile of the deceased,

Demons lay at his incandescent feet.

With the fostering finger he pointed at me,

With the lips of lies he whispered deceit

Oh! what a dark angel of light!

The message of the thawing winter's dawn

This fawning liar breathed

Proclamations of death, famine and scorn

As his toes met the sea he made the decree

To shower my life with opulent splendor 

And lagoons of despair and miserable agony

A basic contract supposedly blessing me

The waves receded as I refused

This erudite man will do what he can

To survive and encounter with evil

Lo and behold this withered man

Lies cold and stiff at the devils hand

Author's Note

The structure is sort of crazy but yeah. just say what you need to say. and be honest :) it always helps

Reviews

[Nimbus Thread]

Your descriptions are vivid with emotion. I instantly caught the black magic inference from the first stanza. There is a careful and talented hand working, this reader appreciates your vocabulary and phrasing. Your age doesn't show, and that's a good thing. Structure... well what would you leave out? Try a re-write. I really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing it. : )

[Madame]

i really enjoyed reading this. you did a great job, it flowed despite crazy structure, loved the feel.

[Lily Mae]

This is brilliant.. You got my attention from the beginning and held it throughout..
What a wonderful story told...xx

[SilentVerses]

'With the fostering finger he pointed at me, With the lips of lies he whispered deceit' these lines hold an emotional power that is stunning in its raw honesty and imagery, the whispers drift around the air as I read and the words created the pictures no artist could ever conjure, which shows the true talent present.