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[aid] => mick
[title] => Temptation, Deception, Redemption -- Parts I through VII
[time] => 2004-06-01 15:07:46
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[bodytext] => Part I “Welcome to my mind,” it said, “come in and have a seat.” I stepped across the threshold and I wondered what I’d meet. “What is it you seek?” It asked. “I’ll try to grant your wish.” I looked around and saw my name there plainly on its dish. “Do you have the time,” it asked, “the time to hear a tale?” I looked down at my watch and there I found that it had failed. “It is a simple rhyme,” it said, “you surely will enjoy.” I looked around and tried to see the outcome to this ploy. "What’s it you suspect,” it asked, “you think this is a game?” I tried to answer; “No.”, but then I did not know its name. “I am he who is,” it said, “I am your gracious host.” I tried to smile and failed, you see I new it just a boast. “Have you changed you mind,” it asked, “Or is business what we have?” I took the thing in front of me and held out both the halves. “What is it that you wish,” it asked, “The cost will be no more?” I whispered to myself and said, “I wish to see the door.” “Your wish is mine to grant,” it laughed, “now pay me what you owe!” I looked below the floor and saw a faint and fiery glow. “There is no way to cheat,” it growled, “the cheater of them all.” I turned my eyes up high and said, “Oh please, lord hear my call.” “You came on your own,” it snarled, “for you there’s no escape.” I felt it coming closer and I heard its talons scrape. “He won’t hear your plea,” it mocked, “you’ve stepped into my realm.” I knew this to be lies when I saw the angel’s helm. “Who is this you’ve brought,” it screamed, “another soul to swell?” I shook my head and pointed at the shattered gates of hell. “What is this I see,” it roared, “the ending to my reign?” I closed my eyes and I prayed to him accepting all the blame. “You’re a lucky soul,” he said, “You’re lucky to be free.” I opened up my eyes and saw an angel there with me. “I have slain the beast,” he said, “but it will come again.” He took me by the hand just then, the rest I can’t explain. Part II “Do you know my name,” it asked, “remember who I am?” I sat up in my bed, and lord, I knew that it was Sam. “What is it you fear,” it asked, “am I not your friend?” I looked around my darkened walls, and prayed this dream to end. “What is it you asked,” it growled, “so many years ago?” I closed my eyes, and felt my heart; I needed it to slow. “And what is it you did,” it snarled. “When I granted all your dreams?” I knew the task ahead of me would fill me full of screams. “So now you know my will,” it said, “I plan to have my due.” My mind went numb, I could not think, I drifted on the fumes. “Nothing left to do,” it snapped, “but come away with me.” I tried to fight, but soon I felt my strength was set to flee. “Remember when we last,” it mocked, “we last set terms to ink?” I traveled back into the past, and there began to sink. “There you signed your name,” it said, “you promised that you’d pay.” I quickly tried to run, but soon I’d found I’d lost my way. “Look into my eyes,” it said, “and tell me what you see.” I looked into those balls of flame, and knew they’d come for me. “Look into my depths,” it said, “take notice of the stone.” I looked into its darkened halls, so suddenly alone. “Will you come with me,” it asked, “or will you try to fight?” I looked away, and tried to see, the darkness from the light. “Am I just a fool,” it snapped, “or do you mock your fate?” I tried to speak, but found my tongue a useless sullen weight. “Once again you’ll try,” it mocked, “you’ll try a great escape.” I tried to breathe, but found no air the night became my cape. “What is it you think,” it growled, “that I cannot for see?” I clawed the wraiths that danced for me, and fell upon my knees. “Now you’ll pay this price,” it jeered, “the price for what you’ve done.” I raised my eyes and looked around, but nowhere found the son. “And this is what I want,” it laughed, “just this and nothing more.” I could not hear the words it spoke for I lay within the floor. “I’ve waited for so long,” it said, “so long to be avenged.” I slowly slipped into the night completing its revenge. “Say the words I need,” it rasped, “I need to hear them true.” I locked my teeth within themselves; contempt is all I threw. “You will give me all,” it roared, “or this you will regret.” But through the pain I saw the light, I never would forget. “This is all I’ll stand,” it raved, “I’ll take no more from you.” I closed my eyes, this was the last, and this I knew was true. “Do you still believe,” he asked, “believe in what is right?” I knew that voice, but when it came I’d already lost my fight. “Do you still believe,” he said, “believe I’ll set you free?” I felt his words; they brought me warmth, and calmed my sight to see. “I am yours to take,” I said, “to use just as you will.” I felt his hand upon my brow; he gave my soul its fill. “I will wait for you,” I cried, “for you to come for me.” I felt the warmth within his love, and knew he’d set me free. Part III “What is this I see,” I asked, “a painting of no strokes?” I looked around, but nothing moved, and soon nobody spoke. “Am I now alone,” I asked, “has the beast returned to hell?” I walked along the bars and thought, imprisoned in this cell. “Tell me am I lost,” I yelled, “or am I free to go?” I waited for an answer, but no visions came to show. “Where is all your rage,” I spat, “or have you lost your nerve?” I did not hear the noise at first, but then I saw the curve. “What is this ahead,” I screamed, “where does the challenge end?” I waited for its foul breath, no answer did it send. “Tell me who you are,” I raged, “so I may know your name.” I know the answers that I took; though the answer never came. “Where is it you’ve gone,” I begged, “why have you left me pain?” I stalked around my haunt, and then I kicked the bars in vain. “What is that I see,” I asked, “two floating, twisting flames?” I concentrated on the flow, they burned as if insane. “Did you think me gone,” it mocked, “up and flown away?” I froze within my shattered world, and longed a card to play. “Have no fear I’m here,” it growled, “with you eternally.” And with those words, my heart just sank accepting finally. “What is this I see,” it roared, “is it come again?” I searched his path, and then I saw, and hope returned again. “Know that I have come,” he said, “I’ve come to end this game.” The creature back away from this, a challenge to its reign. “Take away your curse,” he said, “and leave this place in peace.” The creature held its ground this time; no quarter’d been released. “Come again to me,” it spat, “and let me taste your blood.” I watched the angel draw his sword, and light began to flood. “Take your final breath,” he said, “the end for you is near.” I watched the beast advance with ease, and parry with its spear. “This is not your realm,” it barked, “I am the power here.” The angel challenged ev’ry thrust, an equal it was clear. “What is it you want,” it raved, “before I end your life?” I saw the angel smile, then, contemptibly at strife. “You have stol’n your last,” he said, “for I have come for you.” I watched in awe as his sword sliced the creature through. “Look at what you’ve done,” it rasped. “You’ve taken what I’ve been.” I stood within the violent storm; the ice was getting thin. “Answer me one thing,” it gasped, “what is this soul to you?” The angel looked from it to me, and smiled at me so true. “He is but a soul,” he said, “we cherish ev’ry one.” As I watched him speak these words I saw the rising son. “Never have I known,” it coughed, “the pain that I now know.” I saw the blackness of its sin, a dark and putrid flow. “So I come to end,” it died, “but never gone I trust?” I felt the winds of death come up, and watched it turn to dust. “Now it is complete,” he sighed, “though never really done.” And as the words showed me their truth, I woke within the son. Part IV “Do you hear my voice,” it asked, “and do you know my name?” I looked upon the sky and said, “Lord, here we go again.” “Did you think you free,” it mocked, “free from all I hold?” I stepped upon the ice and then I stepped into the cold. “There is no release,” it said, “for you this time's the last.” I stepped upon the edge and then within the night was cast. “Come again to fight,” it asked, “a challenge I will take.” I prayed the words, and drew my sword, and landed in the lake. “Feel the bite of pain,” it laughed, “the fire takes your blood.” I tried to keep myself afloat though lost in terrors flood. “I will take your heart,” it screamed, “and rip away your soul.” I waded t’wards the shore and saw it was just burning coals. “I am never gone,” it growled, “I've been here from the start.” I tried to hold my ground, but soon I felt it fall apart. “I will never yield,” I spat, “you'll have to do your worst.” The eyes, they gleamed and smiled at me, and then I felt the curse. “This is what I've planed,” it said, “and now it's come to pass.” I dodged the sticking of its claws, and tried to gage its mass. “You may have the heart,” it laughed, “but the power it is mine.” I tried to focus on the fight, and let my power shine. “There is none to help,” it shrieked, “in here you are alone.” I closed my eyes and searched my soul for all I've ever known. “This will be the last,” I said, “we'll never meet again.” With that said, I raised my sword, and dealt the beast some pain. “You are nothing more,” it screamed, “an insect’s what you are.” I closed with it, and with a stroke I gave its thigh a scar. “Is that all you have,” it mocked, “you must surrender now.” But to its words I swung my sword, and pierced its wrinkled brow. “You can never win,” it lashed, “I'll take you in the end.” It came at me with all its wrath, but I would never bend. “I have had enough,” I said, “This is our final time.” I moved to strike another blow, while dancing in its rhyme. “One of us will die,” I warned, “the time has come and passed.” I saw him open up his arms, and moved to strike him fast. “You will fall to me,” it screeched, “my trap it has been sprung.” I felt its claw within my flesh, and knew that I'd been stung. “Do you feel the burn,” it asked, “my venom's deadly touch?” I felt the pulsing of the wound; the pain was just too much. “I will take the prize,” it said, “and nothing can deter.” I searched my soul, and found the strength in teachings I'd refer. “I will rise again,” I said, “Your venom's done no good.” I saw the question in its eyes, the ripple in its hood. “I've been born from truth,” I lashed, “my soul's been born again.” I saw it stagger back a step, then bring its horrid rain. “I will finish this,” it screamed, “for now the end has come.” I gripped my sword, and raised my shield, with nowhere left to run. “Bring to me your rage,” I said, “I'll give to you my fear.” As sword and claw through sparks of hate, the demon choirs cheered. The battle raged too long I feared my strength was running low. But from the wounds I'd given it, no demon blood would flow. So on we fought, and on we raged just looking for a hole. For the death of one of us, would be our final goal. Part V "I see you growing weak," is jeered, "Your end is coming near." I brushed aside its words with force, and climbed upon my fears. "Talk is worth no pain," I lashed, "so come at me again." It roared at me, and charged again, but brought me little pain. "Your attacks are weak," I laughed, "defeat is yours this night." He faded left, but when I moved he caught me with his right. "And another point," it raved, "advantage is to me." I dropped my sword, and took my mace, and made the bastard bleed "You have struck me well," it screeched, "let’s raise the stakes a bit." I felt a rumble ‘neat my feet that flung me from the pit. "Now it is your world," it raved, "that I have come to take." I staggered back confused and stunned not certain what to make. "Look around and see," it mocked, "What I will take from you." I looked around, and what I saw, it showed its words were true. "Now I call my spawned," It laughed, "and set them loose once more." I watched in horror as the beasts emerged from hells own doors. "This war was ours to fight," I raged, "’tween you and I alone." It danced in glee as fires raged there deep within its thrown. "I have changed the rules," it sang, "a new day now must dawn." I looked around in disbelief, as all I knew was gone. "Do you know the end," it geared, "do you see your last?" I tried to hold my temper, then the final die was cast. "I will see you dead," I raved, "your flesh forever burned." Victory was ours before, but now the tides had turned. "Then come at me again," it mocked, "and do to me your worst." I raised my shield, and waded through the gore I’d been immersed. "This will be a joy," it smiled, "to fin’lly end this thing." It raised its arms, and all went still, with power that it brings. "Won’t you just give in," it cooed, "It’s simpler than to fight." I thought it over in my soul, they’re searching for the light. "I will make an end," I said, "an end for which I’m proud." I stood my ground, and raised my head, defiant to the crowd. "Sure you won’t rethink," it asked, "you’ve chose the harder way? I shook my head while searching for the dawning of the day. "No more words to say," it asked, "your nerve is all but gone?" I laid a smile upon my lips, and showed it, it was wrong. "Then this I say to you," it mocked, "the winner will take all." I closed my eyes and searched the wind, but did not hear the call. "Why is it you wait," it asked, "is something on your mind?" I searched the night for allied flame, but nothing I did find. "Tell me what you see," it said, "these visions in your mind." I saw the slaughter of my world and wished I could go blind. "I will give you none," I said, "You’ll take not one thing more." I felt the fire burn within, and rocket from my core. "What is this I see," it yelled, "where do you get this rage?" I took a step toward the beast to pen the final page. "Now has come the time," I roared, "your evil I’ll undo." I took another step to let the battle start anew. "How is it you feel," I screamed, "the pain I bring to thee?" It took my blows, and staggered back, and crumbled to one knee. "You will never last," it raved, "I’ve brought with me my hoard." And to his feet they scrambled when they heard the striking chord. "I will fight you all," I raged, "I’ll not retreat once more." I fought with all I had inside, but could not close the door. "You are over matched," it mocked, "my legions will destroy." I looked around at all the death, and new it was its joy. "I hope we’re not too late," he said, "we thought we’d give you aid." I looked above the fires of hell, at angels on parade. "You are just in time," I laughed, "I’ve left you one or two." The angels dove into the hoard, but were we still too few? Part VI "Close on them again," it said, "this battle will be ours." I wondered just how long we’d fought, but could not count the hours. "Hold for the attack," I called, "don’t let them split our force." But on they came so vi’lent fierce, a river changing course. "Push them to the sea," it raved, "let them feel the burn." We tried to mount a counter, but it failed at ev’ry turn. "Rally on my voice," I screamed, "we must not give it more." But all the angels left with me, they numbered only four. "How are we to win?" I cried, "Defeat is our to bare." I stumbled back within myself, and felt its evil stare. "We will not retreat," he said, "we’ll fight on till the end." I saw the four step to my side, intending to defend. "This is not the way," I said, "I can not quit this fight." I stood again, and raised my head, and found my line of sight. "Where is it he’s gone?" I yelled, "The beast is mine alone." I waded into living hell, my sins I would atone. "I see you’re still alive," it mocked, "yes come and we will dance." I fought my way through twisted forms, and charged his mocking stance. "I have just begun," it laughed, "to fill your soul with pain." I closed my eyes, and vowed to all, it would never laugh again. "Take a look around," it jeered, "all you know is dead." I dropped my shield, and with my mace, played baseball with its head. "You have struck me down," it cried, "all my works undone." I swung again, and cracked its skull just when it tried to run. "Here’s the final play," it said, "you’ve penned the final scene." I walked along its stagnant bulk, no longer looking mean. "Now we close the book," I said, "rememb’ring ev’ry page." I dropped my mace, and took my sword, and emptied all my rage. "It is time to sleep," he said, "the battle has been won." I looked into his hero’s eyes, and knew I’d seen the son. "Take a look around," I said, "where do we go from here?" "The future is not known," he said, "our paths are never clear." He turned and walked away just then, and gathered up the lost. I knew the battle had been won, but won at such a cost. I watched them rise above our world, the victors who gave aid. I vowed to tell the story of the price that they had paid. For history is so strange in that, it begs us to repeat. So memories are all we have to keep us from the heat. So know your way, and walk your path for this one thing in mind, If you are weak when searching life, its evil you might find. Part VII "Have you seen my mom?" she asked, "I’ve searched so very long." I shook my head, and wiped her eyes, and told her she was gone. "Can you tell me why," she asked, "or who I am to blame?" I closed my eyes, and took her hand, and said, "You know my name?" "You are not to blame," she said, "The evil was the cause." I looked around, and in my heart the visions gave me pause. "What are we to do?" I asked, "We’ve lost so much tonight." She took my hand, and kissed my cheek, and led me to the light. Michael David Morash Copyright © 2003 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 68 [informant] => mdmorash [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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