The Demon Calls – a poem

Soundless topaz detonation

Swells, a too fast/so slow eruption,

Illuminating in flash blinding white

Dims in shuddering waves, devolving

Back to the source.

*

Then comes the song…

*

The blastwave of sound, demon talk

And dark whisper of secret desire thrummms,

The creature calling, in its prison

Of bones and obsidian stone,

Crawling with lightning.

*

Spiderweb crackling creeping

Lightning spreads in malign yellow

Malice; the detonations continue,

Fracturous decay of the sonic booms

Ends on a piercing tone.

*

A spirit is drawn to that horror calling,

Its malice unmistakeable…

A warning and lure deplorable

Yet no less tempting for knowing

Of the ruin, the hurt, those sound blast decay delayed topaz noises

Herald…

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