Implications of Denial and Choice…CONTO IV
CONTO IV
On the left hand of choice lay a long beach,
and at its end a jagged cliff so high,
that sun did breach the eye and relent on its follow,
while at base a cavity dark and ominous lay,
inviting not an easy task, yet it drew them.
A man and woman stood
before the darkness, hand in hand,
fear again reminding them of their fragile state,
yet what asked them to enter,
what good in darkness seeks their presence.
Here the wind did still, as if an omen,
yet the beach a bluster, the journey behind fading,
and so they entered the dark opening,
expectations wild, shaky steps,
then at distance a fire, a deep red light.
Flames licked the ceiling,
lashing tongues of reds and gold,
and a sound like crackling consumption, echoed,
as a shadow long and menacing approached,
and suddenly appeared before them.
What say you, at the very gates of Hell,
he said, this grotesque hunched demon,
eyes yellow like a cat, horns twisted like singed rope,
his clawed hand outstretched as if to welcome,
yet cold his demeanour, his steely like intent.
She uttered a silent response,
and he, in front of her trembling body,
chin stuck out so brave;
hell you say, eternal damnation, here?
Just a gate, a simple path to take.
The demon’s smile was less than congenial,
his state alone repulsive,
yet he did with all his guile, invite;
and what would a soul want in hell,
pain and suffering, asked the man?
Pleasures are many in the eternal darkness,
sins forgiven here, no fear,
just sins to warm the heart;
this choice is none too attractive to we,
on a journey to coloured life.
A simple task, the demon asked,
just sign here and all will be forgiven,
and pleasured be your lives
where sin is just the beginning,
and no more petty earthly strife.
A parchment and quill lay before them,
the demon’s smile more pained than before;
I think not demon, forgiveness we have already found,
and sin not worthy of follow, so we’ll just be gone,
into the light where we belong.
The demon’s face crumpled with heavy brow,
his eyes slits, as anger rose like fames within;
you’ll regret it, I’ll make sure of it, he spat,
yet will you come into the light? asked the man,
and the demon was gone.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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