The Hell

I walked into the manor,

My brother by my side.

We were opening a dibbuk box

Known to contain spirit of a bride

My feet wobbled, hands trembled

I neared my brother and grumbled

“Get rid of this already”

The floor was uneven and I couldn’t stand steady

He laughed at me and said

“There are demons in your head!

We have to wait

And lure the spirit with some bate.”

With a piece of meat,

Laid on a white sheet

We sat facing each other

In that horrible place, just me and my brother

I broke the seal and opened the box

A red-figure jumped out

On its hind legs, it crouched

Beady green eyes and large claws it had

Looking at it I felt uneasy and sad

That’s when I realized it was the devil himself

For by opening the box we had called Satan from hell

My brother took out the holy cross, the one thing he hated

And that just made Lucifer more aggravated

With its giant claws, it took his soul

Standing before me it was the devil I behold

I fell to my knees and said

“Tis thee who is the king of the dead

My soul is thy anyway

For now, I plead thou to let me stay

For by staying in this realm O mighty Lucifer

I shall spend this life as your follower.”

Seemingly pleased the devil spoke

“I will forgive thee

But in the land of the dead there is no place for mercy

For in this world thou shall suffer

And every day it will get rougher

For thou is the one who fell from grace

For thou is the one with a terrible fate

For thou is the one who is bygone

For thou is the one to whom the spirits are drawn”

With these final words, he left me to dwell

For that was my devil and this is my hell.

 

By VM