Sinister
I- Daemon
Oh, you, owner of my dreams!
Oh, you, owner of my susurrated
thoughts and reflections.
You taught me to search
amongst my regrets and
commandments for pearls of
wisdom and diamonds forged
in the pressures of experience.
Yet, they taught me that I am
nothing more than an impediment
to the divine wisdom and will.
So, why bother with growing
pains? Set me free and lead
me on the right Path, to my
destiny. And do not trick me,
for I am your light, that I am.
II- Satan
The wind is blowing, the
clouds are roaring. Time is
flowing, and yet everything
stands still. All is beginning
to happen, as it has happened
before. A wooden house
rises from an uniform slope.
Burning in the mist of a dark
cold forest, like a phosphorous
sun. Blood-red and gold, like
a garden’s marigold. From
the darkness stood forth a
silhouette, unrecognizable in
form. An echoing thud is heard,
like that of a metal entering
water, and everything gets
condensed under its pull. The
gravity of the moment swallows
the lightness of the Moor. For
intoxicating Darkness steeped
in fear is the reward. Decay is
vicious and Oblivion is your lot.
So, why must you be reap for
what you did not sow? -is asked