Sunday, February 5, 2012

Prelude to a Valentine story

In a night when the Moon finally cries,
when the night is darker
and when the stars are farther
a woman in red vail
would be seen in flight.
Behold! She’s no more than ‘nything
but Satan’s long lost bride.

Somewhere ‘neath the mist
beyond the cricketing beast
she crawls along the Earth
humming riddles of death.

At once, the hornets would flee
while magpies kneel in fear.
So the boar swallows the cat,
that the cattle swallows the boar.
Then the water, at once,
stops whispering,
stops chasing liberty.

She cuts all her hair
and hid them in her mouth.
Then she bathes herself
with her own woman’s flesh.

Oh, the marching of the beggars
banging sharply like dying stars.
From the North, comes the Serpent
Hail the South, brings the Sloth.

Then Satan will come at once
to claim Thy soulful bride.
So Heavens and Hell shall bind;
towards the Sun, together, they climb.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost...
Soon: Chapter 1, 2, 3 and Interlude

6 reaction(s):

Visual Velocity said...

I'm glad I got to read this on a Sunday. I think it's perfect. :)

daniel the jagged little egg said...

Wow. : )

Leomer Apolonio said...

I read it four times. Haha. Metaphor at its best. :)

Tim Smithson said...

aw, ni-langgam ako.. And sweet kasi..

Bino said...

one of the best poems i read :)

LJ said...

nice one. :)


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