Trapped by the Light

 

From the young poet's window
There is a view of old kirk,
Bleak and girdeth by mist.
Inside this forgotten temple
Eternal evil was revered.
Clotted trickle of blood gouging stones altars
Bore foretaste of things to come.
 
Trapped by light
He was like dark Gods' hate.
Powerful forces imprisoned him
Throughout the ages, and he never slept.
In the somberness of lofty tower
He had only emptiness so in her
Bitter shape, he became shapeless.
He was a setter forth of mythical destruction and
Being objectless, he existed objectively.
His primeval strength craved company.
Spreading gleaming images mimicking angels,
He lured those who wanted
To explore their mysteries.
 
They told you not to cross the temple gate but
You sneaked there led by curiosity that was irresistible.
Youthful scribbler, wreathed by laurel
Who on sky-high steps, boundless as the sea,
Went right into his snares.
It wasn't a bad dream; the place consumed you.
You haven’t taken refuge, and you couldn’t elude.
Wandered around the church crypt with
The blast of barely smouldering flame,
You sank under shades of demons, which exist not.
However, the connection with clandestine world
Already was sealed.
Concealing harvester bent over you,
Taking your soul with a kiss.