The Gathering

The Gathering
The room was empty
the table, laden
with meat, and fruits, and wine
The luxury, and muck, both spoke
to those who read the signs
The atmosphere, fragrant, oppressive
for the Devil to dine

He came in, with his entourage
Scaly skin and slime awash
The floors mired with sweat and rage
The air heavy with ash
The shouts echoed, boomed
off the walls
Shrieks of laughter, they gnashed
their teeth, and beat their rabid thrums
and snarled and roared and smashed

And smashed the bones, and ripped and tore
The gathering of the foul
The horns and wings, the bulls and boars
cursed their fortunes, and howled
Venom spattered the walls, and gore
Spilling from grimaced jowls
The demons, they kept their pretense
Amidst the smiling scowls

For all but the trained eye could see
It was a room for men
But madness hid inside them all
Simmered, the Hell’s ascent
The gathering, the demons fed
Engorged, swollen, replete
There is no place for the meek
to hide, when
The demons
To feed…


Shouldn’t have forced me to make dinner for your friends, daddy dearest… :p 


5 thoughts on “The Gathering

  1. Such a horrible detailing. I can imagine the demons in the room.
    Beautiful writing. Hugs (thought you might need some)


  2. PapaBear says:

    What a monstah piece of writing, Cookie! !! Big hug. 🙂


  3. Madsies says:

    That’s rather dark. But a nice nice nice writ. 🙂


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