AND NIGHT CAME .......

Prologue.

It was midnight when horror looms …….

For a second time the knock was ringing at the door again with a cold shrilled voice. Down from my thoughts I could figure it coming below my ear. Phillip Duros at once hopped out of the bed. Taking a glance at the wall clock hanging East of the room, it could be boldly seen in his eyes, a wave of Confusion it was already an hour pass twelve of midnight. Phillip without much pondering made to the door. To him it could be a friend.…. a friend at the door at such dead night.

For a third time the knock rang again, he still maintained his pace ranting within. He opened the door wide but no one was standing next to it. He began at once to feel a sensation … a deep band of spirits approaching him: though his eyes were blind to seeing any. The noise grew louder and force as it approached. He was by now frightened to the marrow, there was whispering in the band like someone is communicating to him. He tried to bolt the door at once but alas it was too late; he was on the floor already and maybe it was the force that got him reeling to the ground. His legs would not bear him again standing. And the same noise was whirling up again.

He struggling, drew back as fast as he his hands could count backwards to avoid what has not come plain. “why do you hide yourself? Show yourself if you dare!  He taunted as if he feared no death peril or danger. The force began demystifying itself and gradually it had taken the challenge of revealing itself. It was like a breakthrough to the darkness that pervaded.  He made fast moves again like someone trying to grab something most important at that very moment but it seemed the demystifying band had noticed and made forward to take him down. Phillip still drew back now more gently gaining control of himself a little, he was actually making for the draw table meters away; a pistle lay so peacefully passing its hours not knowing the terror that loomed. He quickly pulled the trigger and let out four bullets reeling to the force and it was gone. The noise started building from his back again and it was too late for him to turn and fire it. It pushed him out; down the stairs ……...

Phillip immediately opened his eyes; it was a nightmare but he still felt pain at his back and elbows and his head was aching so hardly. The door was wide open and his gun lying on the ground.

To be continued ……

AGONIES ……….

We are like tufts of feathers

Bound in a blazing fire: Furnace

The tempest is high

A day as long as centuries

Torrential, Trial, Tears, Triumph

And each step a blade of mockery

Which pierces our hearts with remembrance.

Of the failures that keep us awake all nights

And deaths taunting of our unaccomplished lives

Yet tears that inhabit our darkest minds

That dare us to pull the lines on our innocent necks

And watch God’s breath drop from us.          

Whence the agony of an unaccomplished life

Is pain and anguish in the afterlife.

AND WHEN WE BE GONE !!!

Panic stricken wheezing hearts,

Covid if don’t take us now

Other things surely must take us one and other

Till lives irredeemable course

Rests it last from all delights.

Whence man a day be gone

And bequeath earth treasures lie

As he did once breathe it on mud

Why then not let death take its ton?

And smear all men gone a time.

Let the thought of going twice be,

If life is a time affair

That withers your like or not

Then why not go now the chance bare

And thinker it less eternity ever again.

Or do earth sybaritic wane your quest

It can’t hold you all long a day

It did let your off hook when you think less

And your sycophant premonitions lie waste

Your honor gone and magg’ts squam you.

If death take us all; the debt paid

What carcass by earths laws abide

Or cadaver breathe panic while feasted,

Then death’s rapture paid

And if God be, death dies and him glory.

Let your reign of terror height Everest

Sorrow wracked we mourn our days

A living hell in the tide of Christmas

That birth plagues on our heads

With Dube’s Prisoner our sole guard.

Hounds to hide in all ages

Prodigious technology and modern science

If you cure earths virus ‘morrow

And put no end to death

You have failed us.

Plunge all roots beyond

Scavenge earths finest brains

Wreck deaths wagon in oblivion

And unload its burden on us again

Your labor is a wild goose chase.

Hence lives debtors our humid lives

Give it sure and be free

Or do you care for some coffee

Take it to your grave

And listen gently to your dirge.

These words bemoan my thinking

Though I fear no deaths peril

And know if Great Lincoln did I would

Though quarantined cleave,

a prisoner to my soul.

If we live this hour and another

and the ferocious die of nature’s accordance

and man uncoils from his hole

Every now and then lives inimical still lingers

Cause death must ensue.

By the sword; honorable Caesar

And on road; cursed nature

If health wanes; natural submission

And of the barrel; outrageous vagabonds

Same death, same name.

But when all lockdowns be open gates

Casinos and night clubs swim drunk threats

Priests on holy pulpits preach holiness again

And lecture halls bloom with elegance

Don’t think deaths tolls won yet.

Let death toast us to its tiredness

Were we shall drink full to anxiety

And mourn all evening of its taunts

That pinch us to dismay

For its thirst is insatiable.