I kneel before the abyss
confusion burns my eyes
blister me with chaos
in bedlam I baptise.
I will walk this world annointed
Balagan be my name
accept my fell confession
taste fermented flame.
From the chasm of distraction
my disciples, hungered, rise
I scorn your plea, forgotten
as the hope within you dies.
Mists of deep confusion
I offer you in prayer
drink my chalice of disorder
kiss my lips despair.
Author notes
Prompt ::
Rendering Chaos.
A contest entry
- Individual Prompts.... by kiwigirljacks.
700 points, ended November 4, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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Has such a feel of dark fantasy here.. loved the thought of asking the disciples to rise!
A very cool write!
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