Homecoming

By: Gus Victoria

His sulphurous smile

Cold and sterile

Burns into your soul,

Beyond tiresome fear

You wait for his approach,

With arrogant strides

The Prince of Darkness nears,

“Welcome home friend”

The thoughts form in your head

Unbidden they come

He speaks without sound,

He sees without light,

Save from the fires of the damned,

“You do not fear”

The psychic laugh rumbles,

“You amuse me so”

To a garden you are led,

On the banks of Acheron,

The Devil’s son.

“Here is the fruit of Paradise

Fallen ever so low.

Look about and see,

There is none here that can,

All are lost,

Cut off from hope,

From all that was,

From all that will be,

They are only aware

That oblivion is denied them.

Fortunate they indeed.”

This a dream you live,

Convinced in your mind-

“This is no dream.

You are Duke of Hell,

Gone far too long above.

You are home.”

Let me show you,

Guide you again

As once before...

Demon Dream

By: Gus Victoria

The demon beckons in your sleep,

Highwayman of your dreams,

With a blade of infernal chaos

He slashes and cuts,

With grinning glee

The monster makes you bleed,

A cry in the dark

Hangs unheard,

There is no rescue at hand,

Only laughter in the wind,

Sinister it cuts

Ribbons of dread into your soul,

Morpheus cannot save

What Mephistopheles stole,

Speak the sacred names.

Hear the blasphemous response,

God unmoving on His throne,

Does not arrive

Where the demon was invited

And he was not,

Curse and spit heresies,

The demon smiles,

The demon thrusts

In maniacal bursts

He cuts you down,

And for your soul he thirsts,

For your flesh he hungers,

One by one,

Each shattered limb he restrains,

One by one,

Fiendish friends arrive,

You are feast for devils,

You are damned.

Damned to all hell,

The flames cook,

The heat suffocates,

And miraculously you wake.

Sweating and nervous

You are delivered,

Alone and scared

You are delivered,

But know then

When you sleep again,

The demon returns...

Wandering Watcher

By: Gus Victoria

Wandering watcher,

Dissatisfied with life once,

You began to walk

And never stopped,

Through dark forested hills,

Over wind carved mountains,

In valleys and caves,

There you were most content,

A calmness bestowed

By Nature granted

As you observed

Life’s rhythms.

A purity of thought

Filtered through the sieve

Of rationality;

A mystic distillation.

You departed one day

From that sacred path,

To share, to show,

Seeking wisdom

With others to learn,

To grow.

Wandering watcher,

When you spoke

Of life and existence,

Of wonder and awe,

Of death and disease,

In that moment,

Did they listen?

Wandering watcher,

You found by observation

The deep depths

Penetrated by deeper reflection,

In humility you became great,

In love you sought to share,

In arrogance we failed to care.

I Believed

By: Gus Victoria

Its a losing battle

We fight every day,

The sun rises

And shines on the decayed pieces;

Remnants of a dream.

Nothing now is as it seemed,

Forever unfulfilled,

Left empty the hopes

That moved those days,

Words mean less,

Impact as ghostly as your presence,

A full world awaits,

Ripe and fertile,

Where success grows

Beyond the reach of fear,

For the brave to pluck.

Together we are not that,

I believed in something once,

I believed in us,

That love was more than we,

That my eyes would someday see,

But today I realize

Time has made me blind.