Hell Baby

Deceitful twice is the babe’s gargoyle face,

It’s grimace seeming hideously old

By rights belonging to a heathen race,

Is yet in truth an infant’s to behold.

 

No infant such as this was laboured though

From out a caring mother’s mortal womb,

Since time began it’s cradled here below

To oversee a neverending doom.

 

It drags itself across obsidian ground

Unto a babbling stream that’s flowing by,

Too shallow for a fish to swim, it’s found

Them flailing ere to suffocate and die.

 

It laughs with joy that only babies feel

And takes a gasping fish in either hand,

Squeezes the spirit from a struggling eel

Then munches on the bones and blood and sand.

 

As though it’s first attempt were made to walk

A clumsy rise sees baby on its feet

That toddle to a cliff of stone and chalk

Whereafter’s the abyss and then the heat.

 

Forevermore the crevasse falls away-

As pupils burst to fill delighted eyes-

To fire and brimstone, dinosaurs at play,

Such chaos mortal men could not devise.

In blood the bones of all dead souls must dance

To entertain the master of their fate,

The ageless Devil, never to advance

For never shall its glee abate.

 

Its alabaster skin shall never blush,

Its bulging eyes shall never blink with mirth,

No babysitting angel bids it shush

As it rejoices underneath the Earth.

 

If proven wrong, I’d wager he would grow

And cease the unweaned anarchy we breed;

The world remains akin to what’s below,

Hysterical in proof of Satan’s creed.