Author Topic: Melias' Unorthodox Goetic Poetry Project  (Read 106 times)

Melias

Melias' Unorthodox Goetic Poetry Project
« on: January 23, 2020, 05:23:43 am »
Aim: to formulate impromptu poetic texts on each of the 72 Goetic demons, and use these to ponder upon.
Expectation: to find elements of subconscious essences that correspond to the demons.
Goal: to match essences to demons through the interface made on the mental mindscape.


Melias

Re: Melias' Unorthodox Goetic Poetry Project
« Reply #1 on: January 23, 2020, 05:42:52 am »
I. King Bael

Roaming wilds landscape torn asunder, cracked,
upon a rocky precipice solemn a figure of jet black
multitude of eyes that stare, red orbs that match the fly's gaze
tall, severe, soundless he stands;
Oh traveler, where have you come?
He says nothing. The sound of a million wings
shatter the tender void, echoing like razors in the dark
he shuffles to turn as if burdened by a great Work, or Duty
I hear a scream; it is not his, nor mine.
The sky screams as lightning shreds the clouds
a storm coming, his call, his fate
King Bael makes his mark upon the world,
no footprints left behind, nothing but dust.

Melias

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« Reply #2 on: January 23, 2020, 06:39:37 am »
II. Duke Agares

A noble soul, prowling in the sinister alleyways
what does he seek? whispering walls echoing dreams
holding a lantern that casts black light
what has he got? the lackeys of the gutter scuttle towards
aiming for attention, begging for eminence, hands outreached
in vain their folly unfolds, enthralled by his presence
they stare, eyelids long gone, only flesh exposed
the Duke hovers in their despair and mellow voice is heard
as his lips part, an excruciating moment of apotheosis
why am I here? he demands to those that dare listen
the sepulchral chambers crack only a little
so that the dead may stare at the one marching forth
an element of sorrow untold, and wisdom taught.

Melias

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« Reply #3 on: January 23, 2020, 06:48:09 am »
III. Prince Vassago

So he entered the lands, on a giant reptilian steed
banner of Silence and Sobriety
pure from the onslaught of malice
exact in motions, precise in temper, gazing;
amidst the low hills the grassy blades dance at his will
a gentle air that seethes with austerity and inner stillness
enraptured, watching this Princely figure tread upon the holies of ages past
sounds of birds, unfolding through their undead beaks Essence to note
of diplomacy and selective ire, of stoicism and steadfast arm
he Watches, nothing amiss, the eyes that study and consider
causes and effects, pathos and turmoil as they emerge,
the beast lowly growls, there's no-one there
to ride it but Vassago's countenance, in divine pale blue hues
elements move, he opens a book and writes a few lines,
jupiter courses low in the horizon, aligned with stars beyond sight,
ever elusive, absent from vision but present as flaming Intelligences dire!

Melias

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« Reply #4 on: January 31, 2020, 09:38:30 am »
IV. Marquis Samigina

Out of the cerulean benthos comes the Emissary
of delicate fingers, wreathed with glorious bangles of the finest silver,
entering the arena of life and death while the faraway crowds cheer,
oblivious to the giant silent Judges that observe from a bench.
Samigina smiles and the Judges turn, faceless, a mass of tendrils,
beckoning the Marquis to begin; and so it happens,
the very first moon of blood, a rapturous joy, an unholy delight,
a pylon strung high of menacing gargoyles with leering faces.
The grand orchestra plays in the background, to the tune of the silent steps
The marquetry of those furniture seats that once adorned a solemn temple
is inlaid with opal and quartz fragments, like triangles.
Great and terrible a female form rises from a dark lake nearby,
meeting her quiet counterpart gazing at the waters.
The stars look indifferently as the two become one.

Melias

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« Reply #5 on: January 31, 2020, 09:49:16 am »
V. President Marbas

A roaring sound of a massive shape enters the scene,
bursting out of a belfry tower like a newborn baby, clad in wings,
its yellow eyes registering all that lays broken around.
Choosing with careful consideration what is of use,
Marbas rises with a handful of apparatus' cogs and wheels,
and with a triumphant bellow the earth shakes.
Minions emerge through the cracks and scuttle away
holding the chosen parts for the hidden Project
that lies concealed, in the place that is between places,
the Half Dimension where the President's abode lies.
Sculptors make a myriad fantastical forms, all equally deceptive,
attempting to capture his beauty; to no avail.
In a few moments before the bell would toll Five,
he vanishes in bilious smoke.
The only thing that's left behind is a key to a small dollhouse.

Melias

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« Reply #6 on: January 31, 2020, 10:00:50 am »
VI. Duke Valefor

Riding from the aethyrs of Cor Leonis a body not his own,
bearing the face of Peace and Servitude, comes he of the parched scrolls.
Aeons' old wisdom held tightly amidst parchments made of goatskin
as the Duke opens yet another tomb, almost absent-mindedly.
Who comprehends the inklings drawn within these accursed texts?
Servants come and go, their lips stitched close, eyes no longer needed,
for the profane could not harass the immortal,
his arm outstretched towards the fig tree, head tilted as if pondering,
stepping upon marble tiles of the most exquisite black and white,
Valefor turns a page from the Archives and deletes his own name
from the archives, followed by deletion of the name of his devotees.
No demarcation for a path seemingly never trod is left behind;
that night several doors opened and closed,
but no-one witnessed any passer by.

Melias

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« Reply #7 on: January 31, 2020, 10:12:09 am »
VII. Marquis Amon

The rectangular chamber opens before the starlit sky;
a great spectacle as solar rays ignite the sky with the dawn's hues, sublime,
and a golden orb manifests upon a current of warm air, coming from beneath.
Amon's sceptre is seen, a burning wolf so dire, assassinating the day's birth,
and turns to sniff the air; presences felt, he prowls the vast region,
urban space speckled with the greenish hue of large parks and watering holes.
A few straddlers walk the streets and alleyways, alerted to his pass,
but cannot be sure but to think he's finally there, a great Marquis
so far from commonality, eager to know and see what transpires
beneath the obsidian fortress that holds out them out,
a futile attempt because he holds the disc and the scepter,
a jovial dispense at Misery's solemn rhyme.

Melias

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« Reply #8 on: January 31, 2020, 11:13:58 am »
VIII. Duke Barbatos

There the chariot came, with quadruple masts and banners of plentihood
lieutenants-trusted on board, roaming where their Duke wills it;
no option remains for the chains of avarice
and the mausoleum of incarcerated wealth;
Barbatos shouts a command, and the seals break.
The chamber withholding secrets is no more, its guardians scattered, fleeing.
Enabled through royal attires the Duke moves past, with hurried frown,
conjoining present to past.
And then the ultimate conundrum lies, because no man or creature may divine,
why would he choose to leave, rather than gather his loot,
estranged to greed and subservient to few,
Barbatos turns to an unpredictable amethyst-blue.