The Ages, Part VI

Samael, full of strident and half-formed
Hypocrisies, and powered by his magic arts
And licences, bore upon the wind
Of which his master Satan was magistrate,
Made in ages past—ingress into England’s dark
And defamed corridors, where once the
Rule of law for men equally yoked
Brothers to their brothers, and
Shepherds to their sheep in turn,
Now steeped in Satanic hegemony
Fair Albion shadowed over with the
Impressionists’ palette blue and grey,
Then the modern open slander of the
Angelic realm—smooth lines and symmetry,
Drowned in hopeless atheistic relativity.
He laughed, pleased at the progress chaos
Made on human hearts then melting,
Broken, bonded to the art of living merely,
Christ’s essence spinning into eternal,
Romish obscurity, and then that very church
Descended into Satan’s Carthusian,
Cloistered eye, where his secrets dwell and
Spy true heresy for his workings-in in Papal law.
Throned within the island’s highest institution
Sat Lilith, God of dragons and the architect
Of such dreams as modern England, and Samael,
Not ever exhausted of his lust for higher yet
Fulfilment of the Antichristian conspiracy—
Absolute overthrow—
Spoke in low and gracious whispers to his
Master’s lover, conveying sans prose the
Appalling plan for England’s men
And women, exciting desire as in the days
Of ancient patriarchs where lies and
Histrionic fanfaronade would lead the thinkers,
Dreamers, architects and poets into three thousand
Soulless years of self-castration, leaving
Like a haunt or catchment of the damned
The sweet promised land of Albion,
The shores of England, ruined, ruined,
Ruined.

Thanks for checking out my poem.

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Gabriel Muoio

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3 Comments

  1. “Soulless years of self-castration, leaving
    Like a haunt or catchment of the damned
    The sweet promised land of Albion,
    The shores of England, ruined, ruined,”

    I simply loved that stanza…
    This poem was just beautiful, each line flowing into the next in this odd rhythm, almost like a song,
    It was an absolute pleasure to read, with the eloquence of the narration and the elegance of the writing.
    Looking forward to reading more from you, Gabriel! ❤

    Like

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