Literary musing on Dante’ Alighieri’s infernal dream and the hint of evil that inspired it.

(Read at your own discretion)

Let the cymbals sing, sing above the cacophony, let it reach out above the clouds in its defiance, let it roar out above the cry of the tormented, sing the song of ancient truths, once so familiar in its tune, a melody recalled off by heart, let its echo rattle the stars from their spheres and come crashing down in a rain of fire and hail. Shaking the oh-so sturdy foundations of your security, an illusion you create ... Let it bring about your inherent understanding of some unknown incomprehensible force that once you knew so well, a childish fear that you now scoff at, a truth unblemished by your ‘adult’ reasoning, the fear of the thing going bump in the night…, a terror that knew no limit, boundless in its authority.

Hell

And those that dwell within             

The legion that is many

Those that are known by no name other than their own forsaking

Let the curtains rise

The applause ring out for…

Canto Finale’

(First encounter of the thirteenth kind)

(Forgive me if I get off track, my mind has a mind of its own and that one a mind of its own, like the opposing reflections of two mirrors coinciding with each other and reflecting back on one another. Two parallel spaces , and they tend to argue a lot.)

And ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad. ~Aldous Huxley

The space around you darkens; the air thickening with an intangible corruption… a sickness hangs there, like a veil that announces the presence of something other

The very antithesis of humanity

The unknown circling like a flock of vultures feasting on turgid flesh in varying stages of putrefaction…a presence rank with revulsion, piling the disembowelled corpses…fed on the sin of man.

 A dark decadence…

Modern man has foolishly tried to understand the incomprehensible…to put into human, mundane terms ‘that which is’ beyond description.

The result is a half-cocked fetish-isation of darkness, evil, of death and unimaginable horror that should scare the crap out of you…, grasping nothing but frail straws to comfort yourself, crafting a vision of beauty bestialized and beast beatified. You’re a fool to think they care.

Hell is not to be fucked with. That’s why you follow your primal almost animalistic impulse to flee to the safety of your bedcovers whenever faced with true terror.

Take but a glimpse and your lost…without even getting your foot in the door. Your own humanity grants you no access to their realm, the kingdom of forsaken creation.

Forsaken a little lower than those angels. Suspended in limbo. Forever in shame, without reprieve. The absence of all hope and all your foolish security that held together the scraps of mortality in life. Evil smears it in the excrement of mockery. Denying you clarity with every step it takes towards its ever –present domineering.

A place where your body is broken beyond all possibility, in an infinite cycle , the torment of knives , and cold steel biting the flesh to spill all that you where before, amidst stinking sulphur. In the dust.

There is no solace here. And you will find none.

Evil is not a mindless thing. It is cunning and intelligent. It is beyond you, and well aware of this fact.

The only weapon you have is the free-will not to choose it. But even that can be sub-diverted by masquerading as light…but when all those illusions are stripped away, it’s found as a terrible truth concealed as a beautiful lie. Time to face the infernal music.

It seeks to dominate mind and will. Hell is alive with this , the very embodiment of damnation.

    To be continued…