Deep Within Mountains

A.B. Jakobsen

I would normally pray, but my faith has succumb to ruin

At my sight of what the universe had been freakishly a-brewin’

In a coal mine we had worked and toiled away 

When a howling scream tore through the shaft

Upon its horrible sound I abandoned my craft

And followed a sound I could never truly convey

Just as ghoulish thoughts beckoned me thither 

The sound drawing near sending me a-dither

From the dark an erratic shadow of my colleague ran by 

From whence he frantically ran purple shimmer I could descry

I plodded towards its resplendent allure

And came to a chamber which my colleague had met

There lied a chasm of light in an awe so pure

Peeking down its maw my senses were beset  

A thousand horrors starred through my being 

By the amalgamated terror of which I was seeing  

A frisson of fear so ineffable took ahold

When I met with something my god never foretold

 

27/4/2022

  • Author: A.B. Jakobsen (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2022 17:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: A pseudo-epic about a man's faith being confronted by profane and inconceivable horrors.
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  • Crowns4Christ

    This gives me the chills, imagining demons clawing their way outof the purple lighted chasm ready to wreck havoc on the world

    • A.B. Jakobsen

      It was certainly meant and hoped to agitate some amount of shudder or fear, perhaps some wonder or speculation? Either way, thank you for commenting and for reading it! I always appreciate even the slightest of compliments and appreciative gestures!

      • Crowns4Christ

        I know that something is great if it can bring tears or fears, it's great



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