Post by darkaus on Oct 18, 2007 23:30:41 GMT -8
I blame this completely on the U-tube video in the horror poems section. I fell in love with the poem, listened to it for an hour or so, and then just had to write this.
For some reason Hellraiser is a big source of inspiration for me at the moment. Probably because Halloween's coming up.
This is obviously based on The Highwayman.
Necessary background info: (without this, nothing below will make sense, it will just rhyme prettily.)
Cenobite is: A servant of Hell, serving the dark God Leviathan.
Hell takes the shape of: A giant Labyrinth.
Angelique is: Recognized in the Hellraiser series as a princess of hell.
The Box is: A doorway between worlds. It is how souls are taken to hell. One of the few things able to hurt a cenobite.
The Le-merchants are: A family descended from the French toymaker who made the box to hell and then tried to destroy it. They continue his goal, which is why hell wants them dead.
Black light is: A beacon of light that is emitted by leviathan, probably used for communication.
Cannon: At this point, the movies do say that the Le-merchants trapped and killed the lead cenobite, aka the Black Pope. It is possible Angelique was also cannonly killed off in the same trap.
Sorry about all of that! but without it, this is nonsense. Okay, that's that!
The sun was an icy halo and the sky was black as blood,
The wind was a old mournful fellow, making ripples in the mud.
The maze was as long as all highways, and barred at every door
And a Cenobite was running,
Running--running--
A Cenobite was running upon the shadowed floor.
He'd a grid of pins on his forehead, a collar stitched high to his chin,
A robe of ebony leather, interwoven with his skin;
That robe fit with never a wrinkle, his head was proud and high.
And he lept with a metallic twinkle,
His knives blades they did so twinkle,
His chains and hooks did twinkle as the light fled from the sky.
Over bone and stone he sprinted... then stopped in a blackened hall,
There were whispers from all of the shadows, and old mysteries on the wall;
He murmured a name in the darkness, knowing well that she would hear
Twas Leviathan's favored daughter,
Angelique, the darkest daughter,
Waiting there in the shadows, she smiled as he drew near.
And in the far crumbled corner a wooden pillar cracked
Where another demon was hidden; his eyes shone sharp and black;
His lips were turned in a snarl, his skin was cold and gray,
Oh his loyalty strained in the silence,
For he longed for her touch in the silence,
Rabid with hate he listened close and heard his rival say--
"Our lord has bidden we war once more, I kill Le-merchants tonight,
I will return with their hell-bound souls before the rising light;
But should they prove any challenge, and detain me for the day,
Be ready to come by His black light;
Wait for my call through His black light;
I'll send my word by His black light, nothing will stand in the way."
Eye to eye were the Pope and the Princess: the disciples of pleasure and pain,
She took from her own throat a weaving. A cord of leather and chain
As she lay it over his collar, they brushed, both breast to breast;
And he kissed her hand in the dim light,
As jealous eyes watched in the dim light,
Then he turned with her token in the dim light... and departed on his quest.
He was not there in the morning, still absent was he by noon,
For the other Male had betrayed him; its' an old familiar tune.
As the Pope wandered lost in the distance, a disturbance came too near,
For the Le-merchants came creeping--
Creeping--creeping--
The toy-makers came creeping, though they had no business here.
They passed unseen by the dark God, took the path to where it lead,
So they caught the Princess unaware, as she slumbered on his bed;
And they bound her up to the pillars, The Box was in their hands.
Then they rigged a trap at the doorway;
Certain death was lain in that doorway;
They feared the Pope--she strained the rope--seeing all too well their plans.
She was tied as tight as a spindle, her struggles did no good.
And she watched as they profaned his quarters, gouging hell-speak from the wood.
"Keep an ear for him," They did snicker. She could almost hear him say--
"Be ready to come by His black light,
Wait for my call through His black light,
I'll send my word by His black light, Nothing will stand in the way."
Her cheeks were stroked, pinched and petted, then they mocked and poured on mud.
She growled till her throat stilled and failed her, though her gaze still promised blood.
As they waited and paced in the chamber, and their wives grew frightened to tears,
She continued to writhe with all her might,
Till at last at a minute past midnight,
There was a give in the rope ever so slight--! Freedom might yet be hers!
The give was more by the moment, then she stilled, no thought for the rest,
And her eyes closed tight in retention, of a truth none could suppress.
There was stillness abrupt from the shadows, she looked past the souls and then...
Oh his call came clear in the black light;
Came to her ear from the black light;
But she could not reply in the black light, all was silent once again.
Clink-a-clink; clink-a-clink! Did they hear it? His blades were ringing clear;
Clink-a-clink; clink-a-clink! Came the echo, was she mad or did she hear?
Across the stones and the ancient bones, and over the shadowed floor,
A Cenobite came running,
Running, running!
They sensed the darkness coming and they opened wide the door...
Clink-a-clink, in the icy passage! clink-a-clink, from just out of sight!
Closer he drew and closer! And she knew she would have to fight;
For she could not bear that they kill him, not the last black Pope of Hell,
Then the ropes fell free in the black night,
She lept on them in that black night,
The box flashed white in the black night--with it through her chest she fell.
As the light flashed he shielded and sprinted, for he could not know she lay...
With her head to her breast on the ground in the west--flecked from her own bloods spray.
But oh that morn when they told him, all caution from him fled;
Angelique, the Gods dark daughter...
The Gods most favored daughter...
Had listened for him in the blackness, and in blackness now lay dead.
Like the lightning he struck and pursued them, As the thunder he bellowed in pain,
Till the mortal world loomed strait before him, steel met skin in the cold stinging rain!
Blood ran from his blades to the grasses, Blood dripped from his ebony coat,
When they sprung their trap in the moonlight,
Roped him down like a beast in the moonlight,
And he bled to the dusts in the moonlight, with her token still on his throat...
...
...So it's said when the sun is eclipsed, and the sky is black as blood,
When the wind is a old mournful fellow, making ripples in the mud,
When you think you can just see the labyrinth... though Leviathan's sealed every door;
A Cenobite comes running--
Running--running--
A Cenobite comes running... across the shadowed floor...
For some reason Hellraiser is a big source of inspiration for me at the moment. Probably because Halloween's coming up.
This is obviously based on The Highwayman.
Necessary background info: (without this, nothing below will make sense, it will just rhyme prettily.)
Cenobite is: A servant of Hell, serving the dark God Leviathan.
Hell takes the shape of: A giant Labyrinth.
Angelique is: Recognized in the Hellraiser series as a princess of hell.
The Box is: A doorway between worlds. It is how souls are taken to hell. One of the few things able to hurt a cenobite.
The Le-merchants are: A family descended from the French toymaker who made the box to hell and then tried to destroy it. They continue his goal, which is why hell wants them dead.
Black light is: A beacon of light that is emitted by leviathan, probably used for communication.
Cannon: At this point, the movies do say that the Le-merchants trapped and killed the lead cenobite, aka the Black Pope. It is possible Angelique was also cannonly killed off in the same trap.
Sorry about all of that! but without it, this is nonsense. Okay, that's that!
The sun was an icy halo and the sky was black as blood,
The wind was a old mournful fellow, making ripples in the mud.
The maze was as long as all highways, and barred at every door
And a Cenobite was running,
Running--running--
A Cenobite was running upon the shadowed floor.
He'd a grid of pins on his forehead, a collar stitched high to his chin,
A robe of ebony leather, interwoven with his skin;
That robe fit with never a wrinkle, his head was proud and high.
And he lept with a metallic twinkle,
His knives blades they did so twinkle,
His chains and hooks did twinkle as the light fled from the sky.
Over bone and stone he sprinted... then stopped in a blackened hall,
There were whispers from all of the shadows, and old mysteries on the wall;
He murmured a name in the darkness, knowing well that she would hear
Twas Leviathan's favored daughter,
Angelique, the darkest daughter,
Waiting there in the shadows, she smiled as he drew near.
And in the far crumbled corner a wooden pillar cracked
Where another demon was hidden; his eyes shone sharp and black;
His lips were turned in a snarl, his skin was cold and gray,
Oh his loyalty strained in the silence,
For he longed for her touch in the silence,
Rabid with hate he listened close and heard his rival say--
"Our lord has bidden we war once more, I kill Le-merchants tonight,
I will return with their hell-bound souls before the rising light;
But should they prove any challenge, and detain me for the day,
Be ready to come by His black light;
Wait for my call through His black light;
I'll send my word by His black light, nothing will stand in the way."
Eye to eye were the Pope and the Princess: the disciples of pleasure and pain,
She took from her own throat a weaving. A cord of leather and chain
As she lay it over his collar, they brushed, both breast to breast;
And he kissed her hand in the dim light,
As jealous eyes watched in the dim light,
Then he turned with her token in the dim light... and departed on his quest.
He was not there in the morning, still absent was he by noon,
For the other Male had betrayed him; its' an old familiar tune.
As the Pope wandered lost in the distance, a disturbance came too near,
For the Le-merchants came creeping--
Creeping--creeping--
The toy-makers came creeping, though they had no business here.
They passed unseen by the dark God, took the path to where it lead,
So they caught the Princess unaware, as she slumbered on his bed;
And they bound her up to the pillars, The Box was in their hands.
Then they rigged a trap at the doorway;
Certain death was lain in that doorway;
They feared the Pope--she strained the rope--seeing all too well their plans.
She was tied as tight as a spindle, her struggles did no good.
And she watched as they profaned his quarters, gouging hell-speak from the wood.
"Keep an ear for him," They did snicker. She could almost hear him say--
"Be ready to come by His black light,
Wait for my call through His black light,
I'll send my word by His black light, Nothing will stand in the way."
Her cheeks were stroked, pinched and petted, then they mocked and poured on mud.
She growled till her throat stilled and failed her, though her gaze still promised blood.
As they waited and paced in the chamber, and their wives grew frightened to tears,
She continued to writhe with all her might,
Till at last at a minute past midnight,
There was a give in the rope ever so slight--! Freedom might yet be hers!
The give was more by the moment, then she stilled, no thought for the rest,
And her eyes closed tight in retention, of a truth none could suppress.
There was stillness abrupt from the shadows, she looked past the souls and then...
Oh his call came clear in the black light;
Came to her ear from the black light;
But she could not reply in the black light, all was silent once again.
Clink-a-clink; clink-a-clink! Did they hear it? His blades were ringing clear;
Clink-a-clink; clink-a-clink! Came the echo, was she mad or did she hear?
Across the stones and the ancient bones, and over the shadowed floor,
A Cenobite came running,
Running, running!
They sensed the darkness coming and they opened wide the door...
Clink-a-clink, in the icy passage! clink-a-clink, from just out of sight!
Closer he drew and closer! And she knew she would have to fight;
For she could not bear that they kill him, not the last black Pope of Hell,
Then the ropes fell free in the black night,
She lept on them in that black night,
The box flashed white in the black night--with it through her chest she fell.
As the light flashed he shielded and sprinted, for he could not know she lay...
With her head to her breast on the ground in the west--flecked from her own bloods spray.
But oh that morn when they told him, all caution from him fled;
Angelique, the Gods dark daughter...
The Gods most favored daughter...
Had listened for him in the blackness, and in blackness now lay dead.
Like the lightning he struck and pursued them, As the thunder he bellowed in pain,
Till the mortal world loomed strait before him, steel met skin in the cold stinging rain!
Blood ran from his blades to the grasses, Blood dripped from his ebony coat,
When they sprung their trap in the moonlight,
Roped him down like a beast in the moonlight,
And he bled to the dusts in the moonlight, with her token still on his throat...
...
...So it's said when the sun is eclipsed, and the sky is black as blood,
When the wind is a old mournful fellow, making ripples in the mud,
When you think you can just see the labyrinth... though Leviathan's sealed every door;
A Cenobite comes running--
Running--running--
A Cenobite comes running... across the shadowed floor...
Thank you! It was fun to write, and I am now obsessed with the highwayman poem, much to the annoyance of all who know me. I can't stop humming the thing!
