Rise and Conquer
Over the fetid waters
placid yet black
the red torches glowed
while in the back
the tormented souls howled
a multitude attended the feasts
'We are but beasts'
the imperator spoke
the glorious prince
dressed in leather cloak
addressed to the legions
in the auditorium
the setting, the regions
of the Stygian atrium
vast, style Romanesque
housed a herd of winged creatures
alluringly perfect features
the glamour of the grotesque.
at the podium
the mighty prince stood
removed his embellished hood
esse divinum
the discourse was delivered
'our time has finally arrived
the world is ours as we strived
seize, conquer and never quiver!
the seven horns will sound strident
today the era of the serpent
will begin, to meet no end
raise and strike powerful fiend
we've been chained here for millennia
spread disease, inflict dementia
we, wretched things
longing for nothing but terror
become the bearer
of madness
show humans the true darkness
once it's broken the first seal
no more pact,
no more deal!'
it is time for the first act
Dantesque comedy, burlesque
the glamour of the grotesque.
Poem written for the second challenge of Glamour of the Grotesque contest hosted by Nyhterides . I'll tag LynnS13 the glamorous and never grotesque judge. The prompt was 'We are but beasts. Wretched things longing for nothing but the terror, the darkness, the glamour of the grotesque' and it could be dismantled to fit the poem scheme. I hope you like this.
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