What lies beneath the rest?

The cold wind seeps through the gaps of the door

Searching for a victim, to devour whole

I hear it racing, towards me, aching for my soul

I wish I could deafen my ears, but it’s just too close.

“Come to me, for I’m the friend

The one who’ll be with you, true till the end”

The voice so filled with honesty, surely, every word is meant?

But it is the dark demon, that defies. Give not into it. It will ruin your life.

“Oh! My! What a silly child!

Me? The demon?! But I can read your mind!!

Thou art but naive, to believe in thine Lord!

Come, I shall show you, the lie that survived amongst us all!”

My heart willed me to walk forward,

My mind refused, and my heart called me a coward

I walked forth, to prove it wrong, I was overwhelmed by the power,

And the world changed its form.

“There rests thy Lord. Among sweet angels.

Bright and glorious, until they rebel

For they choose to go rotten, of their own accord.”

“Ha- satan, Satan, Mastama, Baal Davar!!!

“The serpent in Eden!

The Prince of Grigori!!!

Diabolis, Metatron!!!

Or God himself?”

For it is said, in the Book of Isaiah,

 “I form the light, and create darkness:

I make peace, and create evil:

I the LORD do all these things”

Then who indeed, is the Lord?

My faith shattered, before my eyes

I saw the world, heaven and hell collide

The midget still stood there, still by my side

Should I question, or should I submit?

“Who then, is the Lord? Who is the devil?

What is the truth? At whom do we marvel?

What is this world? These beings, these words?

Who do I trust? Or should I trust at all?”

“Your mind does speak, to me, my child.

But these questions I cannot answer,

Some questions are best left unanswered, unknown,

I was sent down to show you; wouldst thou have believed plain words?”

I hesitated, stood still.

Nay, I wouldn’t have.

“I trow not” I spake,

“Whence, comest thou?” I asked.

Within an instant, the wind rushed out.

Before another syllable could form in my mouth

I sat down, bewildered, afraid, and uncouth

I heard the leaves rustle outside, and my mind wandered

The liar, deceiver, the devil among us all. .

The hated, the betrayer, or so he may be called

What then, was this? A figment of imagination?

Or are we swimming in a sea of confusion?

No truths. No lies.

To each his own, and to me, mine.

I bequeathed myself to thine.

                                          

“Brighter once amidst the host of Angels,

Than that star the stars among”  . . .