THE SON OF THE DEVIL


(the search for meaning)


The Son of the Devil 
rose dark and grim 
from all the worlds troubles.
Conceived in secret 
out of the darkness of the human heart.
A deform child of Light 
thrown into the abyss
to die outside the mist of fantasy.

With pain and sorrow 
slowly he linger, gathering together
from the emptiness of the heart 
a primal power locked in the womb,  
the home of the dead.
He searched for a tomb, 
A tomb with the heads
of all the lowly creatures 
killed by Fate.

Light flicker, the mist retreated 
enter the Son of the Devil
As Luna and Helios greeted each other,
Long parted lovers of a celestial war.
Cosmic tragedy, untold trilogy, 
a forbidden story.
Mothers do not tell their children
and so became a divine mystery.

Upon this world he enter 
to avenge the death of all the ugly creatures 
Murdered by Light's anger 
over their imperfect features.
A sin Light did not admit. 
A sin she did not commit.
They die at birth, 
Coldness in their hearts, lifeless from the start,
The demons without a name.

The Son of the Devil 
stand in man's godly temple,
Tears falling unto the floor. 
Light did not murdered 
all the lowly creatures 
the abysmal womb had stored.
Death was their nature. 
Darkness was their home. 
Their bed was their tomb. 
Lifeless they came, 
Children without  names.

Spare all thee struggle, 
The Son of the Devil, 
Return to the dark
To live at the bottom of the human heart,
To brood in lost and sorrow 
over quarrels of honor and pride,
In that lonely, only crucible 
known to man and devil
Since time immemorial, 
used by witches and alchemists
to create out of sorrow 
a joy that will last beyond tomorrow.

Immortality they searched.
That grand illusion of mankind
to live like angels in the sky, 
To rise above the world,
Soaring with the wind
and have no shadows follow them
as if they were spirits not men.
 
In the dark, 
The Son of the Devil's heart is lost. 
In contemplation, he has gone mad.

Not knowing where he came. 
Not knowing his name.
The door ascending to the humble realm of man 
is hidden as the name of God,
Unknown to those bored outside the living mystery
Of how man and angels and devils 
came to be.
 
Upon this world a man is born.
Common in name and common in family ancestry.
He takes a wife. Lived all his life
on a farm.
Never traveled beyond what his eyes can see.
Have no need other than to feed and clothe his family.
On this land he lived out his destiny.
Death came and took him in the winter.
The earth welcomed him in December.
 
 In the dark the man awoke.
A voice ask him the name of God.
Thus he spoke, 
"There is no God within a dream."
"There is no name within a dream."
 
A light is seen. The man is leaving.
The Son of the Devil is lost forever
in chaos,
Like Piscis in the Heavenly Sea 
or a demon in God's dream.
Lost, 
All alone, 
One and only occupant 
of the primal womb.

An angel is born in Heaven 
rising out of the Golden Flower,
Hidden in the center of the garden 
where all life spring.
That eternal land 
where angels and devils, 
beasts and man 
all lived as a universal clan.

This land the angels inherited 
after the universal war ended,
Along with it, immortality and peace.
So they sing, night and day, 
always so gay.

When an angel is born a name is given.
In the ancient book of immortality it is written; 
"The world must commit to memory this holy name.
Let it not sink into obscurity like all the lowly creatures
unaccounted for throughout the centuries."
Who counts their numbers? 
Who knows their names?
Only the devil lost in his dream.

There is in the mist 
bored out of water 
a creature of phantasy,
Brought to life by someone's lonely dream.
Rising brightly over the ocean, 
Sensitive and disoriented
over the notion of his origin.

"Who arose me from the sea?"
"Who awoke me from my dream?"
"Who created me?"

So this creature of nature, ask himself,
For there was no one but him,
Standing in the sea, 
Listening to the breeze. 
Hoping to catch distant words 
Carried or spoken by the wind.
Hoping there may be others like him
Whose heart attune to his 
and so contemplate the same thing
a wholeness that he missed.

But there is no one 
who understand the world 
on one hand 
and the dark outside the realm of man.

He is alone like the Son of the Devil.
Lost in the deep, dark chaos. 
Born for no reason, born for no purpose.
And so lost, 
not knowing where to go or what to do.
 
There came a shadow over the ocean.
A voice sat the waves in motion;
"We are lost in each others dreams."
Said the Dark, 
to the Son the Phantasma,
Whose heart was startled 
but his eyes sparkled with joy
For a word was spoken 
first since he was awoken 
from nothingness.
Now someone has spoken.

And the heart is counting, 
And the suspense is mounting, 
And someone is coming,
Coming from the lonely crucible, 
From that lonely crucible,
Hidden interval between night and day. 
The one and only way
From now to then
when we were not yet men 
and did not know
that death was our goal.

She is the prophecy 
during the quarrels over honor and pride,
Three thousand years ago, 
outside the gate of Phantasy.
You lost and drowned yourself in contemplation.
But you rose once again from the ocean 
as a voice set the waves in motion 
and called out from behind you, 
And lead you away 
from the dark hands of death.

That solitary road 
marked with your tears, 
Leading from the sea,
Has been walked on 
long before you came forth
from you non-existent home.

That place far, far away, 
Hidden tightly between night and day.
So dark, you can not see. 
So narrow, you can not squeeze back into. 
Then she came upon you, 
Lost, floating aimlessly 
in the depths of the sea.

Lost and disoriented over the notion of your origin.
She called out to you, 
Your heart was startled 
but your eyes sparkled with joy 
and looked all around.
There was no one to be found 
but you didn't kill yourself day.
You walked away from the sea 
and dragged yourself wearily down that road
Treaded on by lovers throughout the centuries, 
until before you was Nikki.

And you follow her into a temple of gold 
where you saw the Son of the Devil crying,
Tears falling unto the floor.  
(revised 4/25-99)