Demon's Colloquy

On a crank wheeled of gold the gods turned in me

Showering stars they were blind to know

Beneath my scales laid

Well hidden in a crowning corner

Of my smile

A twisting feather

Paltering my fate over the wilted laces ‘gainst my rags of shoe

 

A shield for inflection of struggles to come

Where crows of thievery

Already eyed upon my early afternoon

Nestling deep in scriptures so carelessly as each cawed against prospection

Fearsome schools of clouds circling

Struggling like Chinook amongst the sky

 

I spanned the flooding miles of hate

My body inflicted 

Crumbling

Knowing of fate and how it could never come

Already absolute

And though I chose well to choose against it

For lightly sake of ease

It chose to choose itself much wiser

Boldly rendering me

 

It was here

On a field donned of blood

Earth first

On a mane moved to breathe over me

Here 

Where I sunned my lungs lazily

Asleep from dreams in

Much affection but never in visions of lust

Soon

The rain released my oddity of tones

A serpent of destine soon to become

Magpie and scorpion wheeled in desert paltry

Foraging within my chest

Though nothing from arteries to be gained

 

But it was here

Here

Forever 

It was here

Tomorrow through a weighted mind

I will know of her again

Wading through rivers of rocks

Here her beauty freed from doubt

Will call down to me

And there my journey will end

 

Where it ends 

Death shall carry me

My weight no longer proud

Freed again I will turn back 

One intent of feather

A shadow inside the wind

Spiraled in swirls 

Of nightfall

A fevered moon where our gods

Of spindles and gold

Will never know us.

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

You had my attention in the first line, and by the second, I was hooked. One hell of a story within this one.

[Perdition]

Well good...that was the plan after all…but again..damn the editing...lol. I guess I need to disappear into a cave somewhere and commit till these poems and stories are worth the madness. Yep..madness once again. Thanks and it's wonderful to hear your writing again. Are there caves nearby your village perchance….lol…jk.

[Brittany Zedalis]

No, no, don't disappear. I wish there were caves. I would be there all the time.

[Perdition]

Snow and caves for you huh? Well perhaps a dusty room for me..deeper in the country …somewhere that speaks in an easier transitional page of revision and perhaps a Royal typewriter. Or you know …just the cave and good light :)

[Brittany Zedalis]

Ah, the country is not all it's cracked up to be, that's for sure.

[Perdition]

Well...Agree to disagree..and now I am off to write. A thousand thanks and anywhere is what you make of it. Even the country where the early shock of moon hangs like an apple over the starry limbs. Fresh and round for the hands and picking : ) Thanks for all the words in grace.

[Alisa Js]

This one takes the reader on a journey far, far away. A vision of loveliness, a bittersweet mystical song of the soul...

...what if, comes to mind. Why not, is the reply.

[Perdition]

Oh come on!! What happened to all that talk about not dipping into the dark side conversation?? Fine…Thanks but I'd rather have the Yin Yang co-existence discussion with that intellect of yours than a "what if".."why not" prom theme. But All right..all right, Thanks but we'll continue this after your Easter festivities.

[Alisa Js]

😳. Ahem! Well, to me...in my never to be humble opinion, this one speaks to me about the power of love and how it overcomes. I don't mean in a romantic way, but rather in a determined, focused and determined spirit. If that makes sense...this was the reason for my comment about playing with the dark side...

Catch up soon.

Happy Easter🐣

[Sher A. Lynn]

Is this meant to turn me on?
Great work, as usual.
Such a tortured soul you are.

[Perdition]

Only in a "very warped" "What the hell is wrong with you" kind of way…so yeah. But it comes with a code ring if you know how to die…you know, if that helps : P Thanks original~

[Sher A. Lynn]

;) Anytime ...

[Perdition]

Wait..wait?? Hold on..wait A "tortured soul"? NO..no ..I wish… Well, maybe? Either way it seems just a fresher face to the new destructive version of a mental ancient and primitive slaughter…the constant poet. The lost art of original Shamans. A principal invisible~ We come in words and once done leave dressed on the longest wings of horror..What could be best?
Too serious? Yeah…It's Thursday and this seems more of a Friday thing~ Mia copa..Back to sleep.

[Sher A. Lynn]

You would go so well with a nice evening, a couple of drinks and hours of conversation.

[Perdition]

Or a Hot air balloon made of pork rinds and sand bags filled with cherry tomatoes….but sure your way probably would go better.

[Sher A. Lynn]

Probably...

[Perdition]

Can't rule it out though. Sanity aside anyway..which is highly overrated just like toothbrushes…lol.

[Sher A. Lynn]

And hairbrushes.

[Perdition]

Don't you dare speak evil of hairbrushes…what the hell would I do without my fingers?

[Sher A. Lynn]

Use your toes?

[Perdition]

What toes since the horrid lace incident??..and that's just cruel!

[Sher A. Lynn]

Darn, ma bad. Forgot bout tha :P

[Perdition]

Just saw your post…Uh , My hair?? Not my words but my hair??…well that's it young lady…You are SO grounded!

[Sher A. Lynn]

Bout time, YAY! ;p

[Perdition]

,,lol,,,Well get in line then Snoopy…I got words here!