The way of God forsaken
Fallen from heaven to summon a
Hell, of which I shall awaken.
A wanderer waning from the light
Looking for a cavernous darkness to procure
Outside of mans feeble sight.

Upon a rocky hill
Aside where dwell the willow weep
Glowed a pair of eyes, peering through
A bleak mildew cave of hybrid sleep.
Caught by the encroaching light.
With a star from the east set to rise,
A voice from the midst of the yielding night
Called me into the cave indivisible by sight.

Into the dark I went-
The plane of light ascended
Furthermore!
Brought to my feeble sight,
A beast on all four.
With a symmetry and figure
Only seen in ancient lore.

In the shadow light, the
Sun exposed a body,
With skin of black and brown adorn.
Grown and withered by the hand of age,
An accolade of flesh worn as
Garments of an elder sage.

The twilight seclusion of night
Smoldered by the light of Lucifer’s reign.
Stepping back did he out of sight
With no manner of might did he appear to
Attain!

Steeping back, evermore
Of Infinite turns
To reach a plane of void
Never conceived.
Again!
The light reached my path once more.

The figure again
Appearing inane