((Unholy
spirits descend to the Mosel Valley)
(A
Dramatic Prose Poem))
Advance:
There is a drawing
of power within the moon onto earth, and those on earth can feel this pull, and
the unholy spirits that dwell upon the moon—occasionally dwell upon the moon,
draw from the moon’s and earth’s inner cores, their power, and after five-
consecutive moon’s, the power within the unholy spirits, also known as familiar
spirits, are at its most condensed and greatest point of commanding evil’, and
when they find a human participant—for whatever snares they wish to entrap
their prey—they do just that, they have
the drawing power of the five moons—they have that inner power; and it is said
only the most Godly of men and women can resist its heave—it is more than an
implication: the ghoul or demon possessing the muscle of this power—must have
its pry within its vaults and chambers—willingly participate, and once he or
she has with its: rituals and
debaucheries, it can at will own that soul, if indeed it surrenders. This is
one such case…and this is also in one particular area of Planet Earth, where
these unholy spirits, unscrupulous pale and nauseating creatures harvest their
playmates, known as the Mosel Valley,
and its snake like river, in West Germany—and
now we shall begin the story…
The Epic
Eltz Castle, Night in the Mosel Valley (1974)
Castle n the Mosel Valley
I
“I must talk
to the dead,” Eva said. The old seer listened closely, she
asked for one-hundred
Marks for her services; but she would have Given them free. She herself had
been dead forty years. Said Eva, “Is it
death I must
go through—, to reach him, to reach my beloved Brother?”
“Death, O death,” responded Ronda the Seer, “Yes, oh yes,
you must
taste its flavor—pretty sister, if you want to get to
him.”
The old woman started humming a tune, vainly waiting a
reply. Then Added to her monologue: “If you dare, if you really, really dare, there
will
be strange
monstrous figures everywhere, in Earth’s underworld, but Be not scared, I will
be there, I really, really will be there. Also you will
hear splash and sloth, murmuring and gurgle and
whimpering—much Whimpering on this
journey: nothing will be quiet once they are
awakened to
your presence in the underworld: but be not scared, I will Be there, I really,
really will be near…
Then she pinched Eva on the thigh to see her squirm—her
willingness to
comply.
“For the land of the dead,” reiterated Ronda, “there is
no beauty, just flies
and bats,
and wooden faces like masks: chambers
everywhere, and People like Puppets and idols, being dragged here and there, by
the hair;
but do not
fear, please do not fear, I will be there, I really will be there, To protect
you my Dear. But God will not be there, just crumpled
voices,
everywhere…”
Ronda, the Seer
II
So the old seer
(at Eltz Medieval Castle, in the Mosel Valley of Germany)
laid her
hands upon her breasts, the Duke, called the Lion, looking Down out of his
window, down into the courtyard of this Saxony and Bavarian castle (AD 1192)
gawking, wondering: are they here again?
It was the night of a gibbous-moon, thus it was filled
with sluggishly
dancing shadows; like pale hoary mares, the demonic
forces tried to Appease one another, with a show: stretching out their shadows
and
shapes,
likened to a blowing-out candle across the half lit moon, that Seemingly was
bearing spikes—awaiting for some kind of doom—thus
they danced
on and on!...
Said the shrieking Seer, once again—with wide owl like eyes, and a gush
of
watery noises, about to take that fatal
step into the deep, with Eva: “You must not groan, or make a sound: make no
mistake when you go Down, to the land of the dead, — down to the House of Hades, lest you
wake them up
and spoil your quest that you no longer are protected By the angels of Heaven—
and they may wish for your pleasurable flesh.
Even if you hear weird sounds: like broken ends of bones
grinding on
each other,
remain quiet.”
Eva, she grew quiet like granite, more conscious, as she
listened, then
saw in the
night sky, a white twilight ebbing around the moon, in an Everlasting repetition:
shadows like horsemen galloping half-inches apart
around this
twilight…demonic dancing!
In and out of the
courtyard the old Seer paced, swimming with thoughts,
chanting—as
if awaiting someone’s arrival...
Then someone started yanking on the iron-bell at the
gate, a call to let
them in,
and Ronda the Seer opened it, but no one
walked through The archway, not anyone visible anyway; thus, there was little
more to
said on the
matter—but it was, it really was, someone, and Ronda Knew who it was: the
muscle-bound Demon…called Agaliarept, the
Henchman of Hell, Satan’s right hand man; he now
possessed the muscle
of the Five
Moons and Earth’s magnetic core…!
III
The breath of dusk
came with a shrill to twilight; it sank over the valley,
a dry
evening of moths that seemed to choke out the air, with dark Reeking ill faded
shadows and shapes that swelled the
atmosphere.
And the shrieking seer, the old woman lay down, as if to
rest, holding her
knees
inward, close to her breasts, One arm tightly against them—Crushing both as if
they were roots of soft grass…
The moon had lowered itself; it appeared to have acquired
ripples…
The hideous night— was developing into a crystal orange,
purple ash, a
thick watery
darkness, laced with shady hues.
It now started to breed a reckless wind, and there was immense
invisible
movement: gaunt
booming, crashes, as if the underworld’s inferno Was being—or trying to stomp
out a fire, or stop a stampede.
There was nothing natural here, the thinned nose of the
seer split open,
lips writhed
with no voice, as if in a spell.
It all frightened Eva; what was next?
IV
Eva remained silent, awaiting
the seers awakening, from her solitary
frozen enchantment—; to allow the journey to begin!
It was funny she thought, so very funny, how the fall
leaves that laid upon
the ground,
around the seer—once stiff, were now limp
like dead Fish—they were the sluggish
and familiar spirits, descended from the
moon—
The vaporous shadows needed to branch out, and so they
did: in nearby
trees, in
the fountain of granite stone—in the
gables on top of the Castle, in a ravine, all forming life figures all remained
russet, in their
invisible
cocoons—needing something solid to create substance, Awaiting drifting in a
green mist as if stepping out of the sea, drenched: Awaiting to take Eva down
to Hades, perhaps even to taste her
flesh.
V
“Eva
cried in terror! It was as if two great
beings held her tight. She felt her dress being jerked up, and her
underclothing torn off. The heavy weight of just one of them came down on her,
a hand over her mouth. His hot breath,
smelling of wine and animal guts, blew into her face. Something came between
her bare thighs, then a sudden, terrible pain burst up inside her, reaching her
innermost body. She couldn’t talk, her throat muffled. His weight crushed the
breath right out of her, the pain reached a peak, and then she started gasping
and groaning, but the being just pushed further and further into her. It went
on and on and on, until Eve felt she was drifting into a dark void, losing
consciousness. Then he stopped. The weight lifted from her, she had lost all
her strength, to fight to get back up off her back, then the other being, even
stronger than the first, mounted her, even more violently than previously, “Oh
god,” she cried, “not again!” Her legs were now stretched wider—unto the point
of per near disjointing them: another inch—so she felt—would have been split
her apart. The pressure inside of her, deepen, she passed out.
VI
Sheol: land of the Dead
Eva
heard this certain voice again, the husky voice, the one that was
trying to engulf her—the one called
Agaliarept,
the one that came down from the moon, the one that took her breath
away, “Obey…!”
the voice said— cold it was—with no
pity, likened to the moon’s Airless terrain—; and there about him many shadows
pacing, and all the
unseen that had touched her, were
forming a substance to their Shapes:
said “Obey…and we shall take you down to see your brother,
who was also, once your lover!”
(And it
was as if she became transparent, as if the air around her became Pale, and the
high bred creature had a way to drain the atoms and molecules
out of
the atmosphere and fasten them to his will, as if putting on a new Garments, this was her first step into Sheol; this
spirit was restructuring her
genetic
makeup.)
VII
In the House of Sheol
The underworld was
truthfully that, a world underground; and Eva was
at present,
on her way…
She witnessed much, endured insufferable heat, and she
saw high
plateaus,
flaming vapors, hooded demon, stagnate waters, decay.
A misty foulness reeked over the rocks by the pier—she
tried to digest
it all, it choked her, growing more hateful at every
step, it was an Intolerable masculine heartless world, she was invading.
This was a detestable
land, with black slimy grey worms
breeding under rocks, crawling out from
under them with a thousand-legs.
Bones
cracking, bodies being swung in the wind, dropped.
The stink was like a phallic odor, a vile plague of
poisonous air being
breathed in
and out in and out, repetitiously, endlessly…
“I think I’m going
mad,” she told the voice in her mind, secretly.
Down, down, deeper
into the darkness she was led; each step ghastly
spirits groaned, the old pushed away the
new…they didn’t want Anything to spoil this magical moment.
Where was Ronda the seer, thought Eva, nowhere, really,
really, nowhere
to be found; thus, she was learning:
demons lie, like flies fly: every-Which-way, no matter what, its part of their
nature. But she was right, There was
much, much whimpering in the
darkness, in what they in the
House of Sheol—
This was to Eva,
nothing less than an alien life form, with little to no
garments,
and those that had them, were of rat hides and worms Except for the elite: and
she noticed they had a hierocracy.
She could feel her
pulse bolt and skip a beat, stumble and stop!
Her diaphragm over
working overwhelmed…she heard words, but they
had no meaning, unearthly…
Eyes, there were
always strange looking eyes, staring: some trembling,
some unintelligible, all feasted upon her …
VIII
As
they walked through the halls and corridors of the House of Sheol her
soul feeling as if it was voiceless, if not hollow! She cried: “I want
to Go back, I don’t want any more of this, it is better to be a live dog on
earth,
than a dead lion, down her—”
Hearing this, long black shadows
shouted, mimicking her, turning the
abyss into a bouncing echo: here where no wind prevails, a little Tornado had come,
Agaliarept’s wind, chasing every shadow out of The
sight of Eva…“Hurrah!” he said, “you haven’t seen your brother Yet?”
‘Ahem,’ her voice hummed, then she
pondered: ‘Is it worth it?’
Eva now covered her face with her
hands, wept, while Agaliarept the
demon, nearby was grinding his teeth, lifting his head in a snake like Manner,
bellowing: “Bitch, bitch, bitch….” The sounds of his voice
echoing to the edge of the moon, and beyond…
Still grinding his teeth, gnawing at his
forearm, he howled: “Give her his
brother! He is like us! Let her see, and let her believe.”
And so, Tyr, brought him to Agaliarept…
I X
Sorrows of Sheol
Sea-Slough
(Dialogue
of the Devils)
Several of
the dead in one of the chambers were
playing dirty tricks on a
Newcomer…who was
howling like a dog…this was the land of
shriveled lilies, cradled with acid-dew air,
—everywhere.
Lo! What words can one
say? Sheol was nondescript.
Ere, the thought was blind, but they wanted
from her, to hear, a word of
testament: a few syllables making up a
word or two
Saying “Okay, I’ll
stay,’ or just ‘Okay,’ might do, a word or two.
But she was no
fool…she knew they cried for God, but he did not hear,
but, their souls were dead, not hers.
Agaliarept…reinforced
the fact by saying, “God does not see or hear a
thing down here, his eyes are corroded,
when it comes to us.”
“Us,”
she murmured, she was not yet one of them.
The
Hours
Eva became breathless
in fear they would soon force her again to their
desires.
But they wanted her
cooperation—a word, just one word or two, tying her
forevermore to their domain, domicile, to
their Sheol—just one or two Words of
acceptance would do—unknowing, unaware, that the hours in
earth’s crust, were days on its surface,
and her body was in need of Nourishment.
And they were using
up her time: in the art of persuasion, as often they
do to wear a person down, then offer her
whatever she’d want, for that Syllable, that one or two word ‘Okay’ and
forevermore, she’d pay—
Eva felt as if she
was under a shell of imbecility; this wanting to have seen
her brother no matter what, was now
silly—
Especially knowing he
was here…God forbid, what kind of thinking was
this?
Then a
strange looking creature came out—seemingly out of nowhere—
by the name of: Belgorod
the Mediocre, a creature that looked like a Lion, with a human
head attached! “If you break a promise, no one can Save you, down here,” he
said. Why he said what he said, baffled the halls
hell…?
With that, Agaliarept
looked horrified at Belgorod: he had let the cat out
of the bag, he had told her in essence,
there was a way out.
“Eh,” said Eva;
saying no more than that, and no more than that had to be
said.
She thought now, ‘He
told me the secret.’
Belgorod’s yellow
teeth showed his hideous and silly smirk—
“I mean, I’m sorry
Agaliarept, I guess I slipped…” even
demon’s can do
that.
Eva made no answer to
this, and her silence, was the response that they
didn’t want…because they knew she was
thinking, and she could see Agaliarept’s scalp tighten, his veins in his
temples protrude.
The
Twenty-fifth Hour…
Agaliarept’s Last Monologue
“God has no pity,” said Agaliarept, Henchman of Hell: “it is better you join
us now than later, should you arrive
later, we will be more harsh on You!”
“Blasphemy,” she cried.
“No, this is the truth,” said
Agaliarept. “Everyday, 160,000-people
die on
earth, and out of them, we get
155,000. There has been in my lifetime,
Which is over 10,000-years, 105-billion births on earth; out of that earth
have had 460-wars. From these wars we
lost over one billion lives, Which would have produced, another 10-billion souls to deal with, you
see we have done God a Favor—taken in
most all of them—minus that Little percentage—and He, He has had no Pity on
us.”
Eva was no longer listening…
X
The
Brother
The
once sweet, now disdainful voice of her brother could be heard.
Then a husky spirit came dragging her
brother by the hair, all around her
like a flying vampire—they flew “We have kept our word,” said Noyllopa.
As if matters were settled.
“Did you know Eva,” said Tyr, when you
lay in the courtyard with me, your
brother was among the many that lifting your legs, one who put fire Inside
of you, after me? He was a snake on top of you, he likes being a snake!”
‘Oh,’ she thought, ‘if it is not
desire they get fed by, it is hate they wish to
breed… and always a fraud…!’ “—by gosh,” she said out loud, “my brother
must be insane living here!” She had had
enough.
And as she looked above some high
stones, she beheld her brother on
hands and knees, on a dog leash, barking.
“Stay here with me,” he cried, “they
will treat me better.
She felt betrayed by life and death,
both, but this was too much, it was
like rain breaking a blizzard
She had chills narrowing down to her
shoulder-bones, and was about to
make an appeal…
A husky demonic being, the same spirit
they called Otis the boat rower,
dragged her brother by the hair, whipping him with his leash, Commanding
him to bark like a dog, dragging him all around her, like a fly
attached to his boots.
Eva knew there were many watching: awaiting to
light the wick of
pleasure,
XI
The
Storm
She
drew herself to full height, her sobs broke, holding pride against
these disdained creatures, and her brother among them betraying her
Right in front of them, hurt. She made her body look hard as if a weapon
in its sheath, a doubled-edged sword—
“Who stays down here, stays dead!” she
exclaimed.
Her brother tried to pinch her breast, with slippery fingers and wet.
Eva anguished, prayed loud and clear: “All
Almighty God, take me out of
here…!”
“Whoo-whoo,” cried the devils, and the
echo went: “Whoo-whoo,”
and the devils repeated these
words, so the echo would not fade.
“Oh,” said one of the devils, “you
can’t have her she came on her own.”
A voice blew through Sheol, shook its
foundations… “She’s mine!!!” all
stood in silence, like Gomorra Stone…
And they mocked no more, escorted her
to an empty door, told her to
walk through it, and there she stood once more in the courtyard…
And she heard from under the ground,
the mimicking sound, an echo:
“Boom-Boom-Boom,
whoo-whoo…!”
End of the Poetic Prose (Poem)
Notes by the author: History of the Poem: “The Fifth Moon” was originally put on the Internet Magazine,
“The Eldritch Dark,” in 2006,
a site for Clark A. Smith. It was
originally written the third week of February, 2006; written in three parts,
identified as: part one and two #1213; and part three #1214. It was reedited
two times in 2010 (February and March).
Then revised and reedited, in April, 2012. Originally written in poetic
prose, then shifted a bit more to a dramatic
form of classical narration. The poem was original written at Barnes and Noble
bookstore, in Roseville, Minnesota. Part IV, “Sorrows of Sheol” was written in
April, of 2012, during the poems reediting and revision, #3317; and pieces to
part V were modified in 5-2012, (thus, this poem has been six-years in the
restructuring process, with several alterations). June, reedited again, 2012.
History of the Mosel River & Valley, and the
Castle: I have traveled up and down the Valley, and
its river banks, (in what was known back in the 1970s as West Germany), The
castle I am referring to here is Burg Eltz, it is back in the hills on the
other side of the Mosel River, probably the only castle you’ll ever walk down
to. At your first glimpse, from the
cliff, you can see it. It is far from
the river and road, perhaps that is why it was not destroyed in past wars. It was built right after the Dark Ages,
around AD 1160. Henry, son of the Duke called Henry the Lion of Saxony and
Bavaria lived there from 1129-1195.
