Somewhere in the darkness is a demon growling deep
Growling fiercely, growling coarsely
In the darkness, while you sleep
Somewhere in a chamber sleeps a maiden free of fright
Sleeping gently, sleeping sweetly
In the darkness of the night
Somewhere in the darkness a demon comes upright
It slithers to the chamber
Where the maiden sleeps this night
“Awake my darling maiden,” says the demon with a smile
“I want to hear you screaming
As your chasteness I beguile”
The maiden quivers coldly as she wakens from her sleep
She gazes at the demon with its eyes so dark and deep;
Then shouts out to her savior
“Oh, Lord, my soul please keep”
Somewhere in the darkness is a beacon shining light
Shining brightly, shining whitely
In the darkness of the night
Somewhere from the beacon comes a knight bedight in white
He rides upon a stallion with sinews steely tight
He leaps into the chamber with the maiden filled with fright
And cries out to the demon
“It’s now me you’ll have to fight”
The demon howls with laughter then utters out a cry
“Come at me if you have to, for I can never die”
Then the beacon rises swiftly, rises swiftly in the night
It shines onto the demon with its purifying light
The demon slithers quickly, slithers quickly from the light
It slithers out a window and back into the night
Then gazes sternly upward, sternly upward toward the knight
“This maiden whom you’ve rescued, rescued here tonight
Will be mine tomorrow, tomorrow come the night
I’ll come before your beacon, your beacon and its light
Ever rises from its slumber, its slumber from the night
Light is but illusion; it merely hides the night
The night, it is forever, and will long outlive all light
So farewell, my darling maiden, and your knight bedight in white
My patience, it’s forever, forever longer than the light”
The Arm Chair Pontificator 
Well, damn, I’m all in favour of plate tectonics, especially with ketchup. Thought-provoking poem (I’m also all in favour of thought promotion especially when life hangs by a thread – and it always does) about light and dark. Follows some “thunkin'” I’d been doing about that. Universal, maybe even cosmic, default condition is darkness. Light is completely dependent upon temporal sources. Every source of light is permanently running out of fuel and dying. Fortunately, again if you think about it, “light” is only necessary for us while in physical form. Once we regain our proper place in the scheme of things (and things are always schemingm believe me, I know, I used to drive Volkswagen beetles when enduring high school) then darkness is our home. Elucidating but also entertaining read.
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Yeah. I just like Edgar Allen Poe and how he uses rhythm to create mood. But, I also like pizza, and I’ve yet to write about that. Go figure. 🙂
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That was fantastic good sir, really enjoyed it. Creepy and cool, thanks for linking me to it. 🙂
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You bet. I’m always game for self promotion. 🙂
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Here’s another you might like, being you’re an 80s horror film fan: https://variouspontifications.com/2014/11/08/the-ax-man/
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Reblogged this on arwenaragornstar and commented:
I could not but share this – it is simply haunting
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I’m honored that you reblogged my poem. Thank you very, very much.
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I don’t usually reblog things unless it really “speaks to me”. This did. It’s that simple 🙂
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I’m honored and very flattered. Thank you so much. My dog speaks to me. I’d blog her and reblog if I could, but, she’d not like it, so I don’t. 😀
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I didn’t have time to check this out until today but it was well worth the wait. LOVED it!
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Wow. Thank you so very much. You’ve made my weekend. 🙂
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Wow, a poem that rhymes!
Okay, that was sort of a joke, but this work was very evocative. The imagery is very strong and your strike chords on multiple levels (for me personally, it touched upon subjects like fear, security, purpose and satanic rape;))
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Thanks. I really appreciate the kind words.
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This looks to me to be the nature of our existence. we come to light for a short span and back to enduring darkness.
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Yes. It always seems to win.
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Exceptional.
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Once again, thank you.
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