Dance Master

Brutally twisted
demented
dark
broken
standing upon the precipice
ready to dive
fly
soar
through the gates of hell.
No longer an innocent child
no longer able to fan the flames
I conceive
realize
see
what must be done.
Stalking through shaded halls
cat o’nine in hand
salacious smile on carmine lips
many are the games
a woman like me can devise
play
win
I am always on top.
The Devil and me
an alliance was made
he to study the blackness
the hatred
the vicious nature in my blood
and me?
I have a labratory of broken men
all who dance to my tune
with shrill screams
as I take out my pain.
Sept. 27/18

Return from Hell

Abandon hope all ye who enter here.’
Steep steps
chiseled
hewn from black stone
back lit a flaming red
globs of lava thrown about
while demons howl
not with shame
not with fear
with blood lust
as the hunger bleeds through.
Crawling downward
ever downward
each level passing
as I search within the gloom
there is one I want
one I will kill
for all the pain
all the anguish he has caused.
At my back
demons scream
throwing bolts of flame
illuminating the darkness before me
I grimace
scorched by fire
but revenge shall be mine.
Finally the one I seek appears
bolted to the wall
fear
pain
sadness
soaking through my desire
my need
my retribution
I squint with fear.
In lowering myself
in giving in
to satisfaction that will be felt
I demean
I debase
the marrow of my being.
I draw myself up
strength returning
I look him in the eye
‘There shall never more be hope
I release you to Satan’s care.’
Head thrown back
he screams in terror
seeing the disjointed maws
black
salivating
thick gobs of spit
spun out as ropes
further tying him to the wall.
Stand aside
watch the horde rush in
my hands
clean they will remain
as I climb back up the stairs.
Aug. 19/18