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To Hell And Back |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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TO HELL AND BACK Love, accosted from staunch regale, (All I hold exquisite and bright), ‘Er frosted wings ‘neath shroud and veil Shall fly bold in Aurora's light. If but dared dream or backward glance, In mind, in name, or notion fled. If ‘hind the gleaming eye of chance Swung blind to claim Medusa's head. Seeking Athena's precious pearls, Finding, reeling, perils of Truth. Peeking, Death, from dark shadow swirls His scythe, stealing away thy youth. By serpent sting thy soul been weighed, Charon guides thee across the Styx. To ne'er ‘gain sing, thy price been paid, Chaos chides thee as , too, doth Nyx. Lo, wretched hands bidding no pass, Pulling, reaching, grasping at thee. By the sands of Cronus' hourglass Beseeching grants thou unto me. In flaming red of fiery lake While stirred by beast to bubbling brim, Thy soul, not dead, doth now partake Of Hades feast the hell in him. Beholding in thy maddened view High Erebus watching from throne - Enfolding within saddened hue, Cerberus gnawing barren bone - In heinous lieu hellish adieu, Thus reign forever there, alone. Lo, revel in the afterthought, By chance, to sing thee from this fate. Bedevil the devil's scouring lot, Echoes in ring do mitigate. Following voice, herald my song, Lest ye be lost as Eurydice. Orpheus choice, in woe, in wrong, Hells' line been crossed, a poignant price. Thereby, from sorrow, eyes uplift, From anguish give thy voice to wrath. Whereby the cry henceforth shall rift Hell to languish in aftermath. No more alone, now, stand in hand, No indignation pent on thee. The torn earth in groan where you stand, Creation's moaning misery. Woe being a time thou wert gone, How stings ye in pain, unforgiving? Lo, seeing thy crime, carry on, Now sings ye ‘gain, ‘mongst the living. ------------------ Michael Anderson And so, being young and dipt in folly I fell in love with melancholy, But dreams - of those who dream as I, Aspiringly, are damned, and die: EAP [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 11-13-1999).] |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
My God Michael, this is breathtaking!  ------------------ Through poetry my heart and soul truly sing... ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
You could very well be writing your own Iliad. A wide mix of different dieties here. From different belief systems. I like. Jen ------------------ Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual. |
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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
Sounds like Satan's having a kegger, and invited all the interesting people. M, you amaze! DB |
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Tammy Member
since 1999-09-09
Posts 90 |
M, Very interesting mix of deities... T. |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Yeah, there's a conglomeration of God's floating around in my head, ain't there. Thank you each and all for the replies...and hey, David, show me where that keg is would ya? michael |
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Deverone Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 136San Antonio, Tx, USA |
Simply awesome... I JUST HAD to read it several more times. once again...WOW ------------------ Deverone "We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out". ----Ray Bradbury--- |
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