@count Andromalius Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Count Andromalius


Across forever, beyond man’s imagination
The great god –the man like demon
Unto the sweet throne of obscurity rule
The spirit of desires, man’s undefined toil

Count as you are addressed amongst the defiled
-the angels of the heaven and now gods of hell
Countenance of many forms and shapes
Thus, of hundreds and thousands of faces

Though, -the man with serpent on his right hand
Depicted in the ancient of times, enemy of the brigand
Hailed, conjured on smoke and fire
Andromalius –the vague one: angel’s or demon’s heir

Penned in the east’s manuscripts and books
-the delightful occult of magic hidden in caves
Charm that thrills the sage to his malicious booty
-the treasure hidden on earth, truly

Brought to west, –the people of age after age
Your spoil of fame gained a royal heritage
-the emblem of their potent religion
-the insignia of their lodge’s dominion

As it was, and is, you’re dignified in many altars
In north –the portal of the ups
Count Andromalius, sacrifices offered unto you:
Cure or curse; their litany for friends or against their foe

And unto the region of the sun –the great treat
Prestige of you is heard –the demonic spirit
Of the underworld legion of malign sickness
Not only to the flesh but unto the soul’s

Behold peoples –the man’s, the angel’s, the god’s ruler
In many names and forms, thus, undefined creature:
Either of darkness workmanship
Or the hundreds of them –the designed heavenly chiefs