Saturday, May 7, 2016
((A 1984 Vision, retold) (Arch devil Belphegor))
Into a long drawn-out vision, thicken with twilight,
I was confused of what side of earth it came from,
heaven or hell?
But before me in the pale mist, of which there was no faint glare, but a flare of color to be taken
a large man sat
with a drowned out purple and scarlet robe,
crowned with rubies. diamonds and gold on a
mahogany, and teakwood throne.
The vision came together with an unnatural quickness, as if the being wished to overtake me
and I felt a dim concern if not alarm as if my vision had stepped into a region that was more dubious
than I desired.
A chill come to me, deathly along with a disquieting mystery.
His appearance then shifted before me, his face blurred, as it shape-changed into uncertainty,
as if it was coming out of a ghost-land, a woods.
I stood in this vision pausing and peering.
I could no longer see the heavy wrought-iron face of whom I presumed to be Arch devil, himself: Belphegor
(king of the demons)
Now he portrayed a forbidding air, one I felt in the marrow of my bones, a brooding coldness that could only come from the demonic world!
But there was a gateway for escape to this vision thus I followed the light, the vision dissolved itself among
the shrubs, and bleak drizzle of a woods of no certain kind!
Note: A 1984 Vision, retold, originally written to a lesser degree, in a more classical rhyming form and schema, in the book, and long epic poem and classic called: “The Last Trumpet and Woodbridge Demon” by the same author.