He ventures to the courtyard where it lies:
A python, vast and loathsome, with cruel scabs
Of cataracts closed o'er its lantern eyes.
Nearby, upon two worn and shattered slabs
Of marble mausoleum stone, she's still
Alive, still clinging to her tattered clothes,
Still blank with disbelief; for what ill will
Made manifest intrudes as it arose,
Like Mephistopheles in scaly skin
And venomously crowned? What sense, bereft
Among heroic nonsense, could therein
Be found, where nightmares rise and reason's left
Behind? For even if it's slain, and she
Survives, she'll long recall its melody.
3 comments:
Something quick, still being edited perhaps.
Did the number "31" mean it had to be a tribute to hallereen with all the horrors that devilish holy day conjures up? La, but you gave me the creeps!
Excellent imagery and wonderful, Mephistopheles and "..that old serpent, called the Devil and Satan.." (Rev 12); but what's with scales over his eyes? I don't know if that one works, unless we are going to convert him like Paul. Nightmares indeed, an understatement. Vivid owing to the images it readily conjures up. And it sounds as if her hero introduced initially is no real saviour since he cannot deliver her but halfway, in that she shall be tormented with visions of that deadly moment? Hmm. What was editing going to do to it?
Well, excellent, anyway!
By the time you read this, I had already fixed line two (and I think line nine.) 31 was just coincidence. I'm glad Mephistopheles works - those are scabs on his eyes, yellow cataracts. :) Glad you liked it!
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