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The
Fifth Moon
(A Trip
to Sheol)
((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 full 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 within them to open up
certain gates between earth and hell for the physical being that ordinarily
would not be open—they have that inner power; and it is said only the most
Godly of men and women can resist its heave once willingness is perceived —it
is more than an implication: the ghoul or demon possessing the muscle of this
power—can take its pry within its vaults and chambers—, and once he or she has,
there are normally rituals and debaucheries that take place, 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, Light-evening 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, and five full moons had come and gone; 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 Candle across the
half lit moon, that seemingly was bearing spikes—
awaiting for
some kind of doom—thus they danced on and on—in the Dim like doom!...
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
and spoil your quest, for no longer are you protected by The Angels of Heaven—
and my kind may wish for your pleasurable
flesh: what
can I say, that is their way.
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’s sky, a white twilight ebbing around the moon, in an Everlasting
repetition of shadows: likened to horsemen galloping half-
inches
apart, across its equator like exterior: while demonic figures, Danced and
pranced in merriment, on the rim of the moon’s sill like shell!
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 be
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
From the breath of
Agaliarept, came a shrill to twilight; it sank over the
valley, as a
mass of dark reeking ill-faded shapes and shadows and silhouettes, covered the dry evening air—like moths: choking out
the
freshness
and moisture, to a swell within the Castle’s setting.
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?
(What Eva was learning if anything was demon
have the authority to supernatural
manifestations…!)
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, the ill-faded, that
had
descended from the moon—covering the Castle’s setting.
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 rocks
along the ravine, all forming life figures all remained
russet, in
their semi invisible cocoons—needing something more Solid to create substance,
while waiting…
Some
drifting in a green mist as if stepping out of the sea, drenched: Also waiting
to take Eva down to Hades, perhaps even to taste her flesh.
V
Agaliarept, Henchman of Hell
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, loosing
consciousness. Then he stopped. The weight lifted from her, she had lost all
her strength, she had to struggle 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 split her apart. The
pressure inside of her, deepen, she passed out.
VI
Sheol: land of the Dead
“Eva heard this voice again…”
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 atmosphere, dusty as its terrain—; and
there about him were many
shadows pacing, and
all the unseen that had touched
her, were
forming a substance to their Shapes, said:
“Obey…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
this high bred and empowered creature had a way to drain the atoms
and
molecules out of the atmosphere and fasten them to his will, as if Putting on
new Garments, this was her first step
into Sheol; this spirit was
restructuring her genetic
makeup.)
VII
In the House of Sheol
The Underworld (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, being cracked; bodies being swung in the
wind,
dropped—tossed about, like stones in a slingshot.
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 her second self, that voice deep in the
crust of her mind that influence here secretly—
Down, down, deeper
into inroads of 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.
((She saw the many kinds of spirits that were about her. There were:
deceiving
spirits, lying spirits,
religious spirits, they were the worse kind they –the Loudest, most stubborn,
and there were homosexual spirits, lesbian spirits, they
were the smelliest of them
all, deaf and dumb spirits, especially imps and There was the spirit of death,
he lingered about as if awaiting for her
exhaustion.)(‘O Lord,’ she
prayed in silence, ‘what did I do wrong,’ and her
Second self, that hidden voice, whispered back, ‘You gave a place to the
devil
in you.’))
‘Where was Ronda the
Seer,’ thought Eva: no where, 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 obscurity, in what They called: the
House of Sheol—
This was to Eva,
nothing less than an alien life form, with little to no
garments worn, 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
heating, over working, overwhelmed…she heard
words, but they had no meaning, an
unearthly language, utterances…
Eyes, there were
always strange looking eyes, staring: some trembling,
some garbled, all feasted upon her—everywhere! …
VIII
As
they walked though 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
anymore of this, it is better to be a live dog on earth,
than a dead lion, down here—”
Hearing this, long black shadows
shrieked, shouted: mimicking her,
turning the abyss into a bouncing echo: here where no wind prevails, A little Tornado had
engulfed Sheol, had come all about her, in
reverberations!
Agaliarept coiled, creating a vortex
of wind, a tumult: chased all the lesser
shadows out of her sight in fear she might—‘Do the incredible!’
“Hurrah, Eva!” he said, “You haven’t
seen your brother yet?”
‘Ahem,’ her voice hummed, and then she
pondered: ‘Is it worth it?’
Eva now covered her face with her
hands, wept, while Agaliarept the
demon nearby continued to grind 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 howls: “Give her his
brother! He is like us! Let her see, and let her believe.”
And so, Tyr the mischievous
demon, (and the nightmare demon, which was
of some
alien form, trotted beside the two) brought him to Agaliarept…
The Nightmare Demon
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 were 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,
for their souls were dead, to the Holy
Spirit, who pleads the case of all Beings to the Father…
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, as is Jesus’ and the Holy Spirit’s.”
“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 House of 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 to their wants and
desires; just waiting for that Syllable, that one or two words ‘Okay, okay…’
and forevermore, she’d
be fastened—
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—inevitable, a sick co-dependency?
The Wild Manic ore
Then a
strange looking creature came out—seemingly out of nowhere—
by the name of: Belgorod
the Mantic ore, a creature that looked like a Lion,
with a human head attached! “If you break a promise, no one can Save you, from
down here,” he said. Why he said what he said, baffled the
halls of hell…?
With that, Agaliarept
looked horrified at Belgorod; a violet darkness fell
shrilly upon his face: he had let the
cat out of the bag, he had told her
in essence, told her: there was a way
out.
“Eh,” said Eva;
saying no more than that, and no more than that had to be
Said (but
thinking: in France everyone wants to be a Napoleon, in Rome, Christ, in
Germany, a Hitler, in Hell, Lucifer himself).
She knew now, ‘He had
unintentionally told her 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, but not without a severe penalty,
yes even they are disciplined,
the very thing they tell each and ever
person on earth: ‘What for?’
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.
Still a small horde
of demonic beings, stood in minute groups—about,
those of the higher echelon, pale with
dark blistered flesh, and Scorched hides: who stood beside one another’s
shoulders of hot stone.
What was to come
next…?
Agaliarept, he held
out: enforcing a safe distance between Eva, him and
them—his fellow comrades; held out
against anything that might Threaten to dull his future pleasures.
He had evoked the
picture that a few hours ago had imprinted on his
mind, and stared at it. He cared only
about himself, scarcely, Conscious of where he was: just the end of his dream
and desire being Eva.
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
has had 460-wars. From these wars we
lost over one billion lives, Which would have produced, another ten-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— “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 hissing
like a serpent!”
‘Oh,’ she thought, ‘if it is not
desire they fed on, 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 and hissing.
“Stay here with me,” he cried, “they
will treat me better.”
She felt betrayed by life and death,
by both, but this was too much, it was
like rain breaking a blizzard
She had chills shuttering throughout
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 yap like a wolf, dragging him all around her, like a fly
attached to his boots.
Otis the
husky boat rower demon
Eva knew there were many watching: awaiting to
light the wick of
pleasure…
XI
The
Storm
She
drew herself to full height—her enlarging silence had frightened
Agaliarept (he, Agaliarept—unpredictable as he was now with compulsory Silence, he
appeared to have a special inhuman curiosity for Eva, not typical of
demon in general, most could careless,
they were heartless, lack of feeling Towards their victims, but he was not
eager to harass her and lose her, he was
worried about that—where as normally he’d
treat his guests with a whip…)
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 ready to be drawn—
“Who stays down here, stays dead!” she
exclaimed.
Her brother tried to pinch her breast, with slippery fingers and wet.
Eva had remained standing, shy as she
had been, or had appeared to
have been at first, was now no laggard with her pick and spade— (figuratively speaking), ashamed of
her behavior, hoping to free herself, in
a
flip,
intimate manner, Eva
anguished to the bone, prayed loud yelling
Clearly: “Someone please tell the Most High, I don’t want to be here in
the
Devil’s
House ...!” Her face looked sad as a flute.
“Whoo-whoo…” cried the devils, and the
echo went: “Whoo-whoo…”
and the devils repeated these
words, so the echo would not fade…
“Oh!” came from the voice of one of
the devils: “You can’t have her; she
came down here on her own!” ((Knowing good and well, how much she Gave of herself, determines how
much influence they have over her.)(On the
other
hand, the demon could not take over without permission, but one had The power
of the five moons, he could take over Eva’s spirit, not soul, not yet,
for she
had deliberately walked away from God. Thus, Agaliarept, Henchman of Hell felt he needed more time; it was called in
the demonic world
‘Possession by Oppression’, a figurative
way of saying: we are going to boil you alive, slowly, by turning up the heat,
degree by degree, like a frog, until you
are completely cooked and ready to eat; she was three quarters of the way
yielded to Sheol; her first mistake being to have even talked to the Evil
Spirit, Ronda.))
Quicker than a clap of an eye,
A voice blew through the shell of the
earth, like an earthquake, pounding
Sheol, shocking its foundations,
knocking down a thousand pillars… “She’s mine!!!” all stood in silence, like
Gomorra Stone…
And they mocked her no more, escorted
her to a pour, likened to a door,
told her to: “Go, go, and go through the pour (pointing and Yelling)…leave us
alone! Walk through the opened pour, and see us no
more!”
A hundred, no a thousand, no
ten-thousand, if not more, strained voices
yelled in Dire fear. And there she stood once more in the castle
Courtyard…and she heard from under the ground, the mimicking
sound,
an echo:
“Boom-Boom-Boom,
whoo-whoo…!”
Like
children playing the fool—in some lost and ugly merriment!
End of the 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, and 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
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
