The Mirror Part 5 - The Serpent's Lair

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The man finds himself in terrible danger, and finds out his enemy's true identity ...

Submitted: September 04, 2018

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THE MIRROR: Part 5 - The Serpent’s Lair:

 

For a while then

I walked the road of faith once more.

Finding joy in his guidance,

And delighting when I did behold that shadow that above me soared.

In my heart I vowed that ne’er again

Would I be led astray.

Determined was I that I felt I would die

If I were to leave this blessed way.

 

But the road to hell is filled with good intent,

And a mortal’s heart is fickle at best.

Soon did I became complacent,

And on past experience I came to rest.

Then came the night that I will ne’er easily forget:

The day was such that with relief I saw the sun set.

I sought a place to lay down and rest,

For my body and mind had been put to the test.

 

Beneath the shelter of a tree,

Where the ground was softened by green grass,

I thought this would be the place

Where I would find rest at last.

So worn out was I that I lit no fire,

Nor cared to keep watch or pray.

Thus, once more unprotected,

Asleep in the deep grass I lay.

 

I heard not the footsteps that approached me,

Nor saw the one who my soul assailed.

I tried to fend her off, but alas,

My strength alone would not prevail.

Her charms quickly overcame me,

And, alas, willingly was I led

To a place that was void of grace,

And there we made our bed.

 

The dawn did break a fiery glow,

And fires burned all around.

No tree nor bush, nor living thing

Dwelt upon that rocky ground.

Alone I gazed, and was amazed,

At the heart of the Abyss.

Once more in despair I cried:

“How could I have come again to this?!”

 

Alone and despondent I sat,

And contemplated my fate.

Alone I was, and surely forgotten.

For now it surely was too late!

Again I had showed contempt

For the one who had given me so much;

At whose voice my fears had fled,

And my wounds were healed by his tender touch.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, could there yet be mercy

For such a blind wretch as I?

Or, like the man in the iron cage,

Was my soul condemned forever to die?

As I did sit there,

And at the jaws of hell did stare,

For grace did my soul truly yearn,

While the sulphur of the abyss my nostrils burned.

 

The one who took me captive,

I was shocked as she did change

As the daughter of Cadwallen,

A succubus, crazed and deranged.

Her body was still lithe and shapely,

But now more distorted it did grow.

As above she was yet a woman,

But now a serpent down below.


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