Beyond the clouds of darkest sky
Above the stellar heights
A little north then south to east
Then left to west then right
Where mortal eyes can never reach
With blur upon their sight
There shines a thing of brightest dim
And looms aloof at night…
“A divine spark from dark of hell”
Said one deity to me
Although, the great abysmal pit
Would slightly disagree
According to demonic texts
Written on hellish tree
That thing’s the grave of one demon
A jolly-good one was he…
No one knows who his parents were
Neither from whence he came
‘Tis said satan found him when child
And had his soul to tame
Gave mantra of the sickly kind
Which brought him highest fame
Did all the sins whenever mad
Hence retard was his name…
In those days heaven used to be
Neighboured beside abyss
Because of clashes among Gods
There was a ground amidst
Once every full-moon they’d gather
And after blissful treats
Angelic and demonic troops
Would fight there vis-a-vis…
It was one of those fighting nights
And all the troops were ready
Waiting upon the nick of go
Bended they stood quite steady
But the demonics could not start
Because retard seemed fled; he
Was ‘sposed to lead them in their fights
And wasn’t found, instead he
Was seen beside a lonesome bed
‘Tis been some weeks he’s there
Where played heavenly symphony
And lived a beauty, fair
Breathing she was with smile on face
But never opened stare
Thus wondering stood he till she wakes
For some words to be shared
And ‘tis for her he’s forgetful
‘Bout his demonic oaths
Then once inside that darkened room
On heaven’s level, fourth
At that night she suddenly woke
And met the eyes of both
With throbbing heart and desperate blood
Looking at her, he quoth,
“Beg pardon, dear, forgive me if
I woke you up from slumber
Your beauty matches with no witch
And nymphs are all outnumbered
Whose eyes these are upon my face
Shining like purest ember
With fire to burn my soul within
For ever to remember?”
*Heaven’s design I look after
With closing of my glimpse
My eyes play visions when asleep
To better heaven’s themes
Waking once every new year, I
Let Gods know of my schemes
An angel I’m, Dreamy’s the name
And my job is to dream*
“Dreamy, I’m thankful you replied
And answered my enquiries
It’s been some weeks searched for your name
To write upon my diaries
Hope from my end you would accept
This flower from my empire, it’s
A white tulip that smells like rose
And turns into red iris”...
*A devil you appear to me
Still you are quite well-spoken
At first methought a ghost you were
But glad my sleep was broken
For I was tired of all my dreams
Feels nice to be awoken
So, worry not if woke me up
And thank you for your token*...
“You’re quick to recognize me, dear,
Throughout hellfire I swam
Bearing face of the highest beast
I feast with fallen lambs
My evils know the least of good
And wrists have Gods to damn
They call me retard, since I’ve been
Thus I’ll be for I am...
My evils knew the least of good
Until I saw your face
And felt an unknown change within
With a strange loneliness
Perhaps I wish some times with you
If you’d allow, unless…”
*Fear not retard for to your words
My answer will be - YES*…
And what to say, what magical
Moments were then occurred
Gods were clapping, showering with flowers
While flew the whitest birds
Though mortal ears still disbelieve
But trust me on these words
This was the first of divine nights
With love that no one heard…
Lord satan was busy for hell
And sipping fetid rum
Soon he was informed ‘bout this tale
Through lustrous witches’ hum
“Disgrace to hell”, all demons quoth
With beating on their drums
So, satan summoned him quickly
In his horrid sanctum
Unfound was retard, lost he seemed
Upon his angel’s lap
Surrounded by the whitest doves
Listening cherubic rap
Angry at such lord satan thought
Of bringing them mishap
His army chloroformed retard
And angel was kidnapped...
Waking from that abrupt attack
Retard grabbed thunderbolts
Then once upon a comet’s ride
Circled the hellish vaults
With temper hot as demon’s fire
Started fatal assaults
The heaven’s gates heard frequent blasts
While hell began to jolt…
Bleeding in feet and hand and chest
Still retard showed his swings
For forty nine days he brought hell
Upon hell’s everything
Then suddenly he saw angel
Fainted she seemed and stringed
To a tree on the battleground
Towards her hasted wings...
Though not a single word she said
Despite sufferings forborne
Her eyes still sought with hopeful dreams
For their own world to dawn
Freeing her off the chains, retard
Consoled the dreads were gone
Picked angel up to fly away
Somewhere to skies beyond...
Satan was there behind a bush
Planning his twisted plot
Armed with the fearful sinful spear
Which even Gods would rot
Wherever the targets might be
To dodge it they cannot
Aiming at those two in the sky
Made the satanic shot
Piercing their hearts that spear went
Making its deadly wounds
And then beneath that mournful eve
Upon the battleground
From middle sky, there fell those two
Where silence still resounds
And ever since, that sinful spear
Was never to be found
Upon hearing this saddened tale
The Gods were breathing sighs
Heaven was closed for thousand days
While all the angels cried
A crystal covering they all made
‘Round that abandoned isle
Protected by blessings of Gods
And lights of paradise…
And many stars have passed since then
In kingdom of Almighty
There have been suns and moons and such
Of numerous variety
Whenever looking in the sky
With sob of my sobriety
I search that light of brightest dim
To lessen all anxiety…
So, that’s the same old lesson here
To wrap this crazy tale
With lovely touch of the angels
The demons can be well
Still shines the thing from boundaries
Of paradise and hell
Remember, it’s the height of love
Where those two lovers fell…
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