(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…
Special Note: It’s a simple
procedure once you have the strength, so Eureka Demonic forces have verified (demon that are capable of measuring the
volume of an irregular solid and thereby changing it): that is, restructuring subatomic particles,
those constituents that form fundamental matter, matter that created the
universe: thus this will be the goal for the demon possessing the muscle, the
power of the five moons: to bring a physical human body down into the solid
filled and hollow vaults of Sheol. Henceforward, this will be the task of: Agaliarept, Henchman of Hell
The Epic
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,
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 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, losing
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 her 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 worst 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: nowhere, really, really,
nowhere to be found; thus, she was
learning: demons lie, like flies fly: Every-which-way, no matter what, it’s
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
She could
feel her pulse bolt and skip a beat, stumble and stop!
Her
diaphragm overheating, 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 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 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?
Then a
strange looking creature came out—seemingly out of nowhere—
by the name of: Belgorod
halls of Hell…?
With that,
Agaliarept looked horrified at Belgorod
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
She knew
now, ‘He had unintentionally told her the secret.’
“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 every
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 harsher on You!”
“Blasphemy,” she cried.
“No, this is the truth,” said Agaliarept. “Every day, 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
Tyr,
the Demon in Sheol
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.
Noyllopa, the Demon in Sheol
“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,
Otis
the husky boat rower demon
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.
Eva knew there were many watching: awaiting to
light the wick of
pleasure…
XI
The Storm
“A voice blew through the shell of the earth
like an earthquake…”
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… “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
