A dark gift for Halloween

 Blessed be.

Velumbound 

(A lone, old but confident seductive voice whispers in 2026)

Well, hello there

From my fire-lit throne room, here

Seated amongst the hail and the bright golden fireflies

With new fear mixed and burning with black blood

With Arâkîba and Râmêêl as my two witnesses

Surrounded by my four

Horsemen

Slaves on their different coloured horses

With souls crying underneath my cracked white altar

Crawling in your humanity's deep crimson mud

As they scream out for salvation into the whaling now endless night

Drowning in this new flash flood

The Harvest of the Earth is soon to begin

We’ll all emerge laughing

With seven bowls

Held out as you all scream

Just asking to feed on more

Of your worshipped kings or queens

The Wormwood Star

So bright

Will light our way

Over Shoels old Borders

Heralding us

To be the newly anointed eaters

Of all your sins

The silence in Heaven

Will be our Seventh Seal

Our earthly manifestation and

Our second reintroduction

The pagan Songs of Old Moses

About the Seven Angels

Carrying the Seven Plagues

Will once more be sung

In a new Sodom and Gomorrah

The Scarlet Woman

Her Red Dragon

And the two pagan beasts

From the East

I will send forth from Hades

Summoned to create a

Plague of locusts

As they start so many delicious

New crusades

The Seven-Sealed Scrolls

Which speak of

The Lamb Slain

When great earthquakes

Send all mountains thrown into

Boiling molten seas

As a third of the Sun and

Moon

Collide in such violence

The survivors of your world

Will watch

Star-struck in silence

There will be no judgments or rewards

No new personages, medals, or salvation

But

With a tremendous earthquake

I'll send walking up

Euphrates River

One of my old queens

Babylon

Greatest of all prostitutes

With lips painted red and

Sharp crimson nails

She’ll seduce all watchers

With wide eyes before they all die

And my Babylon of Old

Will once again rise

All seas will soon turn to blood

Vengeful and painful

Overflowing and

Filled with such beautiful political sores

People once torched by Torquemada’s fires

In those dammed inquisitions

In the Middle Ages

Shall escape from my darkness

To taste the pain

Many will soon worship

My once unspoken name

Samîazâz

And soon when I return

We will all hold hands in a new salt circle

Illuminated by a thousand old stars

To then put up

A new broken

Black and red flag

To forever sing

O’ Blessed be

So mote it be

And then you will all drown in mortal and sexual sin

O’ Blessed be

So mote it be

Asmodeus is soon to come

For we are legion

So sing to us

O’ Blessed be

(C)

Copyright John Duffy