Oh Darkness, Sweet Darkness

With my acuminous arm

I saved her wretched soul, like the others,

I drew the blood through clotted veins

And lay her down upon the blackness.

I cleaved the meats from her ivory.

He knelt with me and watched her filth, her poison

Pour through the cobbled streets

Into welcoming drains.

Plucked from the cadaver,

Her vessels of virility are no more;

The erroneous allocation of such a blessing

Will not rot the world in a shallow pit.

I will leave her with her shit.

Her vile excrement belongs in the grave beside her,

Thrown to her shoulders, near the gutter

Of her tortured mouth.

Dim lamps brighten nearby.

As before, I disappear through a trapdoor in the earth

Leaving the swarms of the abyss to relish

In my masterpiece.

But they are not worthy,

They witness only the very tip of my mighty art,

And their vacuous cries, their pitiless insincerity

Is to me but a sonata of applause.

And I will return, to cleanse your cancerous city

Of its disease; on my knees

I’ll draw the infection out, through carotid right, night after night

With divine purpose.

You will search, but you will not see.

Beyond your ignorance; your insignificance

Will blind you and bathe you in thickened blood

Clotted in your unworthy minds.

I am from Hell, and only I will choose my return,

My craft will end at my desire, your only power

Is to behold the chaos of my order,

Of my mastery.

Beneath the flesh of history, are London’s veins

And I will bleed them of their malignancy, their vested plague,
Upon the blessed edge of my ascendancy
Your whores will lay dead.

The mist gathers once more,
I feel it calling to me, its cimmerian shade covets my design
And I dine once more on its inexorable energy;
Oh darkness, sweet darkness, come unto me!

Copyright © 2012 by Simon Austin