Of Succubus and Demons,

my dreams are filled with fiery hollows.

 

A grey figure lifts its gown

serpentine the foetus writhes,

my throat of blood floods to drown,

though I'm consumed; the child survives...

 

Followed by a beast that leads

nocturne sun devours the soul,

subconscious in my waking needs

the seventh circle takes me whole...

 

Deeper, Deeper down to hell

redemptive wings fold and burn,

I hear the final hammered Knell,

the grinding twist of screws last turn...

 

A canopy of stalactite

splits the chamber wide,

a golden sun burns off the night,

celestial beasts descend inside...

 

The darkest place cannot repel

one single shaft of light,

no demon nor its dream-like spell

can withstand such righteous might...

 

Fear not dark days that fill with dread

hold fast your beating heart,

no man survives who has not bled

that one more day might start...