Mephistopheles sends down his salutation, promising
it is man who provides his own torture,
and free will
that welds our fates into eternal sleeps and salvations.
He stands clothed in robes that imitate beauty
but hide the vile seduction.
Fall down from the mountain, the high places, drown
and gasp for air in the lowest reaches of earth.
This Man, his body becomes a discorporated soul, and
slips through that veil
between this world of flesh and bone
and that one of spirits.
All alone now I go on, captive to his eidolon
as I was always frail to that man's favors.
If I die in my dreams, will he take my hand?
For this I pray with my tears.
But God, to you I say,
it is your turn to fall from grace,
to leave the sight of my eyes.
In moonless nights, barren days, in this silence
we are pulled apart from this innocence
that held us together.
God, you have failed me
and have shown me
Your original sin.
I take with me now only ashes
and the darkness of my spirit.
Author notes
T r i x i e O n e
contest entry
prompt: "Spiritual Subluxation"
A contest entry
- Spiritual Prompt/Dark Ink Spilled, Please by liquidmindforever.
700 points, ended September 30, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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Now this is nice...
What a way to look at it, huh? A thought provoking piece...
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Thanks! Sometimes I feel a little wicked.
Lookin forward to reading more of Murder Gram.
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Interestingly Somber
it is man who provides his own torture
Dear Poet,
Thank you for entering my contest:"Spiritual Subluxation"
You took this way-out. Leaving little hope for the faith-defiled heart.
wishing you the best
till then
stay
liquid
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Cool...
Great take on the prompt...
Strong narrative with great imagery & depth with a delightfully dark tone that appeals greatly...
Keep up the good work & good luck in the contest...
Well done!!!
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