The poetry of Kai.
Dreamworld-Nightworld
I rush through the tunnel... Black, all is black
I feel My hot, heavy breath in My neck, I feel
My claws in my back...
Faster! I must run swifter, for behind Me is the light!
I do not wish to go back, back to the light!
Never again...
The light overtakes Me, slowly but steadily
No! Let go of Me, I want to live no more
Let me go
To the dark...
Agony! As my talons bury themselves deep into my Flesh
My life wants Me back, my life holds Me back
With his claws in My back...
I am spent, I fall to the floor, paralyzed by fatigue and pain
I give up Myself to my life
And let Myself b carried away...
Back to the Light...
The Veil, lifted
(Visions behind a torn Shroud)
Your beauty,
Your Radiance...
now gone!
for love, corrupted, granted me
Agony and Grief
as Grief turns to Insanity and...
I gain Insight!
repulsed,
I see your strong Arms, reaching
for their prey
I see your fang-fill'd Mouth, dripping
saliva and hungering to devour me
I see your razor Claws, intent on tearing
their prey...
I see your flaming Eyes...
nevermore shall your Illusion befuddle me!
nevermore shall your shallow Beauty deceive me!
for I have escaped your trap,
I now know you, Succubus
you are forevermore a mostrosity to me!
prey upon me no more,
Temptress,
for the Hunter might well
become the Prey...
Saint Michael and the Dragon
Once upon a long bygone time, there lived a dragon in this cavern.
A horrid monster it was:
't was larger than the pastors church,
't was more hideous than the soul of Judas,
't was more vicious and bloodthirsty than
Atilla the Hun
Many had come to slay the fell beast:
princes with their crowns of gold
knights, questing for fame and glory
adventurers in search for the twin vices of
fight and fortune
Yet all failed.
The creature was clever as a fox and
with his mighty claws he smote and rent them
with his sharp horns he pierced and impaled them
with his fearsome jaws he crushed and devoured them.
Then did the people realise it, the dragon was no other than the Devil in
person, here to plague and torment them.
One day, a lone rider came, but 't was
no prince with a golden crown
no knight in shining armor
no adventurer with scars of many battles
It was a monk, clad in a plain brown habit, his only treasure was his faith
in the Lord, the wooden cross that hung and dangled from a cord around his
frail neck.
And he spoke, and he said:
" No! I have NOT come to kill the Dragon!"
"For such is not as the Lord wills it, but I shall chase it away, far from
here."
"For such is the Lord's wish!"
And he ventured forth to the Devil's Cave, calm and without fear, sitting
quietly on his horse.
And when he approached that vile and stinking cave, he held his cross in his
hands and prayed to God Almighty for strength and courage.
The dragon now, he heard this muttered prayer and came outside, thinking
there might be a tasty bite to be had there, and saw standing beside a
horse.
the monk, eyes closed and praying.
"What foolhardy lunatic comes for me without even so much as a blade to slay
me with?", the Devil tought.
But the Dragon did not ponder on this for long and hungrily bit at the monk,
who noticed this in time and swiftly dodged the great razor fangs.
The priest then proclaimed:
"Stop, Unclean Spirit! I am Saint Michael and in me flows the power of the
Lord and lo, He is angered by thy presence here! Begone from this place and
never return, demon!"
And he waved his cross in front of the dragon's puzzled eyes.
But the Dragon did not ponder on this for long and struck the Holy Man with
his talon, scattering human meat and gore over the surrounding rocks.
And the Dragon laughed with glee.
A few years later though, the Dragon became very ill after having bathed in
a pool of pungent water.
And then, as the dragon lay dying, alone and crying, he remembered all the
heroes he had killed.
He remembered the princes with their crowns of gold
He remembered the knights, questing for fame and glory
He remembered the adventurers in search for the twin vices of
fight and fortune
But his most pleasant memory was the priest, who so vainly tried to compel
him away.
And the Dragon laughed with glee.
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Once upon a long bygone time, there lived a dragon in this cavern.
A horrid monster it was:
't was larger than the pastors church,
't was more hideous than the soul of Judas,
't was more vicious and bloodthirsty than
Atilla the Hun
Many had come to slay the fell beast:
princes with their crowns of gold
knights, questing for fame and glory
adventurers in search for the twin vices of
fight and fortune
Yet all failed.
The creature was clever as a fox and
with his mighty claws he smote and rent them
with his sharp horns he pierced and impaled them
with his fearsome jaws he crushed and devoured them.
Then did the people realise it, the dragon was no other than the Devil in
person, here to plague and torment them.
One day, a lone rider came, but 't was
no prince with a golden crown
no knight in shining armor
no adventurer with scars of many battles
It was a monk, clad in a plain brown habit, his only treasure was his faith
in the Lord, the wooden cross that hung and dangled from a cord around his
frail neck.
And he spoke, and he said:
" No! I have NOT come to kill the Dragon!"
"For such is not as the Lord wills it, but I shall chase it away, far from
here."
"For such is the Lord's wish!"
And he ventured forth to the Devil's Cave, calm and without fear, sitting
quietly on his horse.
And when he approached that vile and stinking cave, he held his cross in his
hands and prayed to God Almighty for strength and courage.
The dragon now, he heard this muttered prayer and came outside, thinking
there might be a tasty bite to be had there, and saw standing beside a
horse.
the monk, eyes closed and praying.
"What foolhardy lunatic comes for me without even so much as a blade to slay
me with?", the Devil tought.
But the Dragon did not ponder on this for long and hungrily bit at the monk,
who noticed this in time and swiftly dodged the great razor fangs.
The priest then proclaimed:
"Stop, Unclean Spirit! I am Saint Michael and in me flows the power of the
Lord and lo, He is angered by thy presence here! Begone from this place and
never return, demon!"
And he waved his cross in front of the dragon's puzzled eyes.
But the Dragon did not ponder on this for long and struck the Holy Man with
his talon, scattering human meat and gore over the surrounding rocks.
And the Dragon laughed with glee.
A few years later though, the Dragon became very ill after having bathed in
a pool of pungent water.
And then, as the dragon lay dying, alone and crying, he remembered all the
heroes he had killed.
He remembered the princes with their crowns of gold
He remembered the knights, questing for fame and glory
He remembered the adventurers in search for the twin vices of
fight and fortune
But his most pleasant memory was the priest, who so vainly tried to compel
him away.
And the Dragon laughed with glee.
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