The Unholy

by Jon Johnson
(Moorpark, California, USA)

I'd heard of a tale from a man.
That appeared before me ten feet tall.
He was a faceless man with a serpents leg to stand.
He bellowed unto me.
Have you ever felt the thunder.
Under dark clouds of rain.
Opening doors that hold all souls.
As lightening strikes them down.
Ha .. ha ... ha.
Beware of gods who come laughing.
As the wicked old man suddenly said.
I'll give you endless strengths and powers to hold.
And all the riches of a wealthy man's gold.
But you must follow one unholy law.
You must sign in blood of a dagger.
From a virgin's blood you draw.
Ha .. ha ... ha.
He laughed deeply without a single sound.
It came from hell that thundered.
And the lightening that it bound.
I trembled in fear.
As if it were demons in hooded cloak.
And in a flash that he appeared.
He was gone in a wisp of fire and smoke.
Now I ask you.
Now have you ever felt the thunder.
Under dark clouds of rain.
Opening doors that hold all souls.
As lightening strikes them down.
Ha .. ha ... ha.
I've told this story in doubt of faith.
A millions times before.
I'm the devil in disguise.
Shall I tell you more.
Hahahahaha.