A Scripture of Madness

I trudged through a fog enshrouded moor by a lantern light
To seek a snake-eyed witch with unnatural second sight.


Now in the darkness could be heard a loon's long and lonely cry
My companion hushed me quickly, as corpse candles floated by.


My guide was a hunchbacked giant with one eye all of white
A jagged scar still visible had taken that ghastly eye's sight.


A winged and horned scarecrow, was set there in our path
To warn unwary travelers of this lands watchful deadly wrath


Now I heard the caw, cawing of a black carrion bird
My nerves quite shaken and my emotions were stirred.


Now in that dark wood before us was the witch's ju ju devil shack
I was too close to my goal, too close by then to turn back.


About the witches ju ju hut, bones were scattered all around
Two human skulls were set on wooden posts in the ground.


"Why hast thou come William Hargrove, to meet with me
Do you want a sweet love potion? What can I do for thee?


Now I see why thou reaches out in thy hungry need
For your wish, your desire is very great indeed.


This scripture of madness I hope I don't have to convince
With this scripture you may summon the world's dark prince."


Now the time had come for the scripture to be duly read
And my soul knew guilt and innocence could not be plead.


A portal opened on the edge of that black abysmal windy land
Into realms of chaos to pry gifts from the master's burning hand.


I shall not speak about the black and viscous bubbling lake
Leviathans ply the waters there, leaving terror in their wake.



Through the land of chaos, I had to wind my timid quaking way
Insanity rots leperous still in my tortured mind today.


The black master saw what I wanted and to my demise.
For has it not been truly said that he is the master of all lies.


But I shall not dwell upon that chaotic realm of lament and hate
For my tender audience I do not wish to share my damned fate.


I shall not ever enter any details into my one and only faithful log
For a grisly madness lurks there like flies upon the eye of a dead dog.


Now when my naked soul is freed from its corporeal throne
I hope you won't be with me, you see, I'd rather go to hell alone.

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

So ghostly and profound. It has this nostalgic, melancholic, agonizing depth to it---a loss of innocence.
Great, great work as usual. :S ---mishel

[Pauline Marie Daley]

Woah, intense story. Very good use of alliteration, and the imagry was amazing, I almost felt like I was walking along the moor with you. Very nice. :-)