Flauros Enters In Kuro Poem by Louis Cecile

Flauros Enters In Kuro



Moments of true harmony come when eyes are closed
Witnessing the abyss like the opening of the black mamba's mouth
I shall not cry out!
A sense of bliss, eyes open with endearment of Kuro
Reveal my destination that surrounds
An altar of shadow, entered from a depth that is hollow
Chants of Aquerra, envelop the lair
Red curtains flow down the stairs, resembling blood
Not divine though it flows from above
Each step draws a creek
In darkness one is bound
I am in awe to appreciate the scene, yet try to delude in thinking it's a dream
I touch broken glass; feel the warmth as plasma trickles fast
Engraved like a tattoo, not simple art but work of dark arts
Darkness brings cover and light full exposure
No longer have I walked on a road to nowhere
Visions of Cemetery Lane re-enter the brain
For from under this place lies sacred ground
Black pupils reflect blackness from a priest's hooded robe
One glimpse turns the body cold
Yet bold, I join to congregate in Kuro
Disciples with no faces smile and lure me to mimic their chants
Behind, naked women start to dance
The rhythm leads to trance
Such devotion, a limitless power
The one who is fallen has the Earth to rule
My mind a collective, hypnotic the thoughts
My eyes turn to the one who is caught
Paraded to the altar, the shadows embrace
The light from a dagger reflects the wonder of those without face
Celebration for the release of spiritual power
I am led, empowered by the dead
Anointed with a mysterious potion
I to succumb to chant with devotion
Loyal to the captured inferno, behold the nocturnal mass

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S.m. Kozubek 20 July 2012

You have a wonderful way of evoking mood and creating a world in dark mystery and powerful forces. I enjoy reading your work.

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