I rise from the South
at last, aflame,
free, unfettered,
scorched with a seething rage.
My heart and pieces of my soul,
now, at least
united in this body,
again, I am strong.
For all the furies
screaming for release,
I tread my path carefully
until the moment I may strike.
Mother, I implore,
watch over my soul,
restrain, if you must,
or revel in the glory.
Mother, I beseech,
corrupt me no more,
for the actions that follow this thought
are already twisted enough.
I watched long, deep in thought,
not always the wise course of action,
the thought crosses my mind:
This time, am I right?
I fear that idea
has crossed my mind too late,
the angel has gone, the stone broken,
leaving demon alone, standing.
Glasyalabolas, I now am
for better or worse,
I now start to give
all of my soul to it.
I begin to feel the strength,
I begin to feel the power,
I begin to feel the satisfaction
of the coming changes.
I anticipate, more than anything
knowing all the hidden truths,
whether I was right or wrong,
if it instigates homicidal rage or regretful contemplation.
It matters not;
I await either without fear or emotion,
I will drink deeply of both
and all may fear the aftermath.
Indeed, Mother, I fell from Heaven,
then, I fell again, far too far;
now my eyes are clear,
forever may it remain.
Watcher, no more,
as I listen, I will also now speak;
more fool any soul,
that now chooses not to heed my words.
For I am loyal,
but I will not repeat my truths
to those lost in frivolity,
or those turning deaf ears.
Strength and patience I have in abundance
for those that need it,
but I warn, take not advantage,
or the rage and the truths may be unleashed on you.
Glasyalabolas I am now,
sweet Mother of my soul;
we shall stand side by side and shine,
as I strive to need support no more.
We shall walk tall,
we shall fly high,
we will dive forever deep,
our twisted souls our own to keep;
for the truth revealed in my heart,
the trials of this world no longer matter to us.
2/6/07
Author notes
This one isnt so much a "Glasyalabolas" piece, but more a piece inspired by him (and the last piece written by Ocean Soul Raven).
I will NOT explain this one any further, as I am starting to think a bit too much again and anger is building again, suffice to say, something snapped last night.
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Glasyalabolas?
I'm not familar with this, some mythology or such? Even in my ignorance I found an interesting flow to the storytelling. But I was kind of looking for a human being who, in all the complexity of being a human, encountered a spiritual experience in this world. Usually such experiences strike deep and change your life. This can happen through nature, God, other people, or ...... They move us towards a wholeness, and connect us to the rest of life rather than remain isolated, angry and stressed. Thanks for offering this up, interesting: DAve -
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Thank you.
Glasyalabolas is a demon, considered reasonably high in the hierarchy of Hell. He is one of the 72 Goetic Demons of King Solomon, and can be found in the Greater Key of Solomon.
There are several ways to read this, depending on what the reader takes from it. It does involve a human being (me), through dealings, spiritual experiences involving the aforementioned being, drawing each other closer and closer where at times it is often difficult to discern the two. Imagine him as not only my muse, also my guardian and often, my righteous anger, so this piece was purposely written with that confusion in mind, of whether it is written from the perspective of the demon, or the man.
I can only appolgise if you found this somewhat confusing.
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My apologies. This is a good piece of work. Brilliant and thoughtful it drags you in. Nice job.
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Thank you very much. Nothing at all for you to apologise for.
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Keep rising, Glasya! This is your time to shine, I am merely the instigator... you are the demon.
I love the fierceness in this, it's been a long time since it's come through you this strongly.
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I am still sitting here, seething. The more I'm thinking, the worse its getting.
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