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...