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
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Author:
A.B. Jakobsen (
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- 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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This gives me the chills, imagining demons clawing their way outof the purple lighted chasm ready to wreck havoc on the world
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!
I know that something is great if it can bring tears or fears, it's great
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