Bleak Drizzle
((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,
malevolent,
vindictive,
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!
#5208/4-30-2016
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.
