(play as you read)
Steal away with me into the night
to a Bastion beyond many hills, where
darkness looms, time stands still
a realm of the no longer beating heart
to the land of a damned immortal
… a creatures of the night
Walk with me through these dark corridors
Hold your torch o so tightly…
Its fainting walls whispering tales of centuries
Weakened structures caked with dust
Listen to the moaning winds…
or could it be the many ghosts that hunt its halls?
Into the belly of the fortress we make our way,
Down winding stairways,
through darkened passages
Hold your torch O so tightly…
Come to rest at the foot of iron gates, shut.
Peer through the gaps to find a roofless chamber
its filthy, cracked walls bare no corners.
Moon beams pierce the darkness of this dungeon devoid of shade.
At first sight we see nothing but space and time,
a visiting rodent sneaks a look through the cracks.
Focus still and bring your attention to the heap of ash on the stoney grounds.
Ashes and Silence…
A scream suddenly breaks through the hush
Shrieks that make even the moaning winds give ear
The remains slowly taking form.
Life reaching from the depths of hell
… or is it… life?
A TORTUROUS TRANSFIGURATION WE SEE
as dust is molded into flesh and bone.
With every capillary formed, for
every flesh mounted are the painful howls
and constricting twists and turns…
FINALLY! … Finally, returns the hush,
the transformation lay still and
we hear the winds resume its tales
The object becomes animate, as
though awoken from Hades grip.
Sitting erect, the being looks towards the gate, towards
you and I
Behold the paleness of his face, his
eyes cold as death and yet divulging torment, and
with such deep sorrow he says
This is my fate did you know
to be cursed as Prometheus
Yet even he bore a better fate than I.
For I already damned am therefore damned a second time.
Once man, now soulless creature of evening…
He sites his noble visitor making its way back into the cracks
and with the agility of a lioness he pounces.
The meal he finishes all too quickly.
Signaling in our direction he speaks once again
You would be my first choice but for these accursed bars…
hence reduced to a scavenger am I…
His emaciated form circles the room in an almost zombie like manner
He awaits the Sun…
I await the sun…
The night sky,
She is beautiful is she not?
Day light greets me and
yet I can say very light of it majesty but
plenty of its horror
In this prison, naked to the sky
condemned am I to be tortured as Helios rages on.
My flesh melts before my very eyes
and what is left of my soul is torn to a thousand pieces
His laments, shrill…
What would Prometheus know of pain?!
Zeus is less a devil than my captor!… These walls!
O that my ashes be scattered to the four winds to end my suffering!
His monologue is halted by the flicker of light from the east.
Dawn approaches, and
with it his executioner … A ball of fire
His eyes resume the horror from the moment he woke
Now frantically wandering the room as though in search of a place to hide,
Psychological torture besest him as he envisages the pain soon to come.
We watch as though through a peep hole of a sanitarium, this
tortured soul kicking and screaming, violently
throwing himself against the chamber walls
(…. So this is the cause of such filth and wreckage)
No white, softly padded walls to cushion his impact,
No straight jacket to prevent him cutting and scratching, that
he does in order to sensitize himself towards the impending affliction.
With the last vestige of courage he raises his voice:
SUN BE DAMNED TO HELL!
He then curls up like a child in where he best assumes a corner
as one defeated.
Cradling himself he mutters:
No more, No more…
The Sun slowly bearing its face, its
rays descend the Vampire’s uncovered tomb.
Cradling even faster,
His words more audios
Witness his backward transition
Melting flesh and bone,
Torturous screams return this shredded soul once again to temporary death.