Friday, February 19, 2016

Worlds Beyond The Demon Follows (Poem)

Beware, demons follow
The chosen, from birth to death—!
Throughout their lives!

With nets in hand, they
Follow like fiery red stallions,
Over dung hills, stooped…

They come from the bare
Earth; cracked and creviced, up through
Merger gases and granite roots—

Once above they hang in
The air, where it is plain the
Chosen have stood!...

Wondering and curious
The demon peers into the inviting gloom
And begins to blow, blow

Strange odors fill the air
And whispers to seduce the unaware
Come like opiate blossoms!

They disturb the human
Senses; now he must make him
Stumble, fade from God…

This is the demon’s job!

Copyright © 2-2016, Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c.