A memory of accepting the Devil
Monday, December 10 of 2018, 15 minutes to 6:00
I ask myself this question often, it has been more present these last few weeks. How far would you go to protect something or someone important? What would you sacrifice, risk, and lose?
But of even more significance to that mission; what would you achieve to ensure that all resources are available when needed? My misguided view of necessity has led me to conflate this act of protection with complete loss. Yes, we must ensure survival and remove all obstacles to our progress.
And survival has one imperative: that we become stronger than whatever threatens us and that important something or someone.
The Poem About accepting the Devil
Whence it comes, I do not know Its allure so soft and sweet How it moves me, how I flow When we dance there where we meet. As if Power were its name In a state that so presumptuous Bodes that virtue without fame. May it be the moonlight bright Light emitting from her sorrow May I know its name so right And forget HER in the morrow. Of a thousand things unseen 'Twas its kiss that brought élan To destroy what might have been To rebuild a broken man. Whence it comes I do not know And I only wish to follow How it follows where I go Making promises seem hollow. Daylight takes its scent away Will it think me when it may? For the memory of its love Is the duty that I pay. Though it always leaves me at dawn It soon returns to wheedle me With its succubus and faun. Because Power IS its name Will no man I ever fear For down here they're all the same All their whimpers, every tear. From its lips into my core Many candid whispers run And remind me all once more That it moves under the sun. Whence it comes I now do know... That it moves as one not two And it walks the same as I For it comes from where I do. - Ode to A Dream.
— The Devil Unbound