The
Twin
The Devil swept open the vast doorway to Hell,
Admitting those, his fiends he knew only too well,
All tattooed they were, with the number of the beast.
The fallen Dark Angels elected to reside,
By the eternal ocean’s dark water and tide,
Where the bloodshot illumination shone the least.
They all entered in, a thoroughly wicked throng,
Singing a repulsive and harshly shrieking song,
And then they in unison most loud roared his praise,
As their narcissistic, foul Master always bid,
Except, that is, one among them who silent hid,
Touched not he one iota by their rank malaise.
Lilith’s spawn, the Lilin, gave rapturous welcome,
To the returning evil horde, and soon bedlam
And a wild and revolting orgy then ensued,
A cacophony of lusting groans from the horde,
Testament, if needed, to their Satanic Lord,
Of the hard labours of Lilith’s most willing brood.
The stranger’s pure righteousness totally concealed
His character as his great white wings were revealed,
And in a moment skyward he powerful leapt,
Where he swift made height, orientated and whirled
Over the wretched, damned, and dreadful netherworld
And as onwards he rapid flew he sorely wept.
For all he saw was dark, a deepest crimson red,
And the most appalling shrieks from ripped-raw throats
bled,
As onward, grief sapping strength, he relentless flew,
And at the last he still sobbing spied, seeming to float,
That which he sought, a tower with a fetid moat,
Bathed in a white radiance of different hue.
As nearer he flew, his heaving heart filled with dread,
He saw his Master’s twin to whom his path had led,
A woman of beauty rare, who with love shone bright,
Though the stigmata upon her hands and feet bled,
And a crown of thorns lay harsh upon her fair head,
A grievous lance wound completing her parlous plight.
Rage fell upon him, as dark as a demon’s soul,
As he stood and stared at the dreadful bleeding holes,
Then considering their escape his pure heart sank.
But he roared with anger, to such cruelty see,
Took her gently in his arms, preparing to flee,
And prayed to the Lord somehow they would make it back.
A ghastly clamour swift rose, demons all awing,
Forked, toxic tongues and barbed tails, with venomous
stings,
Striking him pitilessly, and his precious charge.
Slower he gradual flew but with a mighty shout,
Fallen Angels with black wings, were there all about,
Shielding, they faithful still, past duties to discharge.
Thus a great phalanx flew above the Devil’s roar,
Around their Brother, he slowly weakening more.
She at their heart poured into them her gift of Love,
And strengthened they at the last their liberty made
Flew they through, and behind them as the Lady bade,
Unchained, tormented souls followed, like countless doves.
The Dark Angels then, returned she they all to Light,
And with a soft kiss she her champion made aright,
As they settled in a splendid courtyard, neat paved.
Her wounds vanished and again she was free and whole.
Swift she the door sealed firm upon the evil souls,
And then looked she, sad and slow, at the Earth’s depraved.
And wherever her tender, loving eyes espied,
Folk lay down their guns, innocents no longer died,
Vile wars, dissent, division and violence ceased.
And so it was the lamb lay at the lion’s side,
A vast rainbow of love her twin sent filled the sky,
And all lived from thenceforth in pure and perfect peace.
Then the twins again in front of their father stood.
He seeming solemnly stern, as quite often he could,
Quoth he, “It is said, if you want something done right,
Then it is wise to ask a woman to do it,”
And at her twin he gave an apposite scowl to fit,
Then soft they laughed at Jesus, a most crestfallen sight.
