In the blackest of nights from the cauldron of darkness
I cry to you as I lie prostrate on the ground surrounded
By harrowing sounds, shrill shrieks from depths of hell,
And plead for redemption, restoration, an incantation
For my salvation in gravitation to heavenly habitation,
But sulfur vapor clouds around with dancing dæmons
And prancing wraiths, romancing my soul with bowls
Of precious poison, but will you hear my call so drear?
Will you come near and hold me dear while they sear
And jeer in frightful delight where there’s now no light?
Is it too late for pitiful me because I took the devil’s bait
Rather than wait on you? But you knew he was shrewd
And I so weak, though not humble and meek, and sick!
Lo, the wick burns out as I dare offer my parting prayer;
Will you save or shall I descend to the cave of Hades?
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Makes me think the speaker is calling to God. In which case it would be pertinent to remember Ephesians 2:8-9 “For it is by grace you have been saved through faith, not by works so that no man can boast. It is the gift of God through eternal life.” In which case, he will save the speaker from his/her inner demons, she/he only needs faith. Well written, I enjoy your poetry very much.
You are right! And thank you very, very much for your gracious comment. All the very best to you w/peace and blessings!
Thanks you as well 🙂
This is EVERYTHING! Love!
Thank you very much! I’m humbled… All the best to you!