The Ballade of the Damned

[Nozgoth 2897]

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The Damned.

 

Weeping out to him, that instrument fell its keys. There was no sleep, but he still had dreams.

Of what him and his holiness may do, if they could just cooperate. 

Though It held him hostage, an inmate.

Forever damned to suffer in sorrow, for such was the retribution of God’s harrow.

Some souls lucky enough managed off with impunity, since they were too wicked for chastity,

They were fleshless, with chapless skulls and naught but marrow.

 

Unfortunate. This was not the case for the damned one. Those others had it easy, yet it had only begun.

Oh! But for holiness this was the cost to become.

“WHAT HAVE I DONE?!” shrieked that abandoned son

of God.

He was tricked, evoking foul rites and devilry. 

Sins of Lucifer and all the unheavenly.

 

There was no blessed hymn, for t’was an instrument of death. 

If only he could die, he pleaded - but God did not relent. And the sound persisted, those wretched keys. It drowned out all noise,

He could not hear the chorus of the birds, nor the creaking of trees.

 

What frightful sight had he awakened that night?

 

Some ill-bred wretch dreaded even by God himself. 

In his moment of most dire desertion, he pleaded to be rid of that horrid affliction.

It outstretched its twisted digits, and the holy did not listen.

 

The wretch was a monster like no other. One crafted so meticulously by expert hands. And yet the damned had no recollection of ever committing such a sin.

 

What had the devil done to him, to let temptation win? Then, the devil came unto him again-

 

This time he would not fall for its deceit. The forked-tongue spoke of fallacy.

No longer would hope plague his sleepless nights. He would not be spoken to in his dreams.

 

It was time to return to sender, by any means. God would not have him… 

but there was one who would:

 

Entropy.

 

No! No! He could not. Would not.

 

Many attempts of repentance, but nevermore would God listen to his cries! 

So he looked up to the skies, and with all his might he boomed;

“I curse thee, mighty God! You will be my demise!”

 

The stars stood in their place, no longer flickering. 

Then, the unearthly chill of death, ghastly milled throughout the forsaken site of rituals.

 

And the moon shone once more, it cried red tears. 

The birds outside shrieked in terror, begetting a Godless ballad, 

and the wind whistled twisted carols.

 

He continued conducting his perfect imitation, dancing deliriously about his instrument of death whilst playing notes of lunacy.

 

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poggers.

 

Edited January 25, 2021 by Nozoa

[Ttsim 73]

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[Glade 521]

Well it looks cool, cant say I understand whats going on.

[TheBelidle 65]

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I came out of retirement to comment.

 

 

[NestroPapaya 478]

Nozzy!