The Devil’s Anchor
A poem
Do nothing to conceal that fiendish laughter echoing with reverberations of sheer horror, and talk your senses to rule these diabolical spaces. Celebrate the insanities that make you a deviant and the apparitions that back you as a hideous, defiant squad.
You were born where uncertainties were pleased to reign, so your circumstances were written with the faint marks of vagueness. Your stars were curtained in obscurity, with your identity tucked in the custody of the pitch dark.
The underworld orchestrated your season and a grim, revelatory experience was woven with your malevolent personality. A panoply of extraterrestrial powers were held in store so you truly constituted a satanic menace.
Demonic entities of all forms and ranks expressed their solidarity and pledged to bolster your schemes in the years to come. The innocence of a swaddled babe will be the haunting nightmare of all humanity.
Chants and incantations resonated in the event of your initiation for you’re found capable and fit to be Satan’s right-hand man and the effigy truly with no sensitivity.
Therefore be still in the midst of occult settings — in the aura of terrifying darkness. Let red candles and incense burn with smouldering wicks as mannerisms reflect the solemnity of the moment. May sacrificial offerings be part of cold, blood-stained rituals.
You’re ordained the helmsman with sinister intentions and your time will never live beyond you. On your knees, you stoop to be conferred with wrathful, petrifying powers — possessed with scores and legions of wicked and unclean spirits.
So ride hard as an ill tempest and topple those unshakable pillars of society. Be intoxicated by bloodlust and do nothing to quell that sick, fiery thirst. Rule as an uncanny savage and lick your knife when you dominate a stabbing spree.
Let your fury banish all iota of love, for you wear mortal flesh as a deception to mingle and as a hoax to lure unsuspecting victims. Therefore prove you understand the devil’s initiative with his agenda to slay, and as his foreman, this is your true destiny.
My eyes watch you and know you won’t falter or quiver — I’m unmoved seeing the hardness of your metallic heart. The prince of destruction is your closest ally as you sponsor all his purposes, and your honour is nothing but to be the devil’s anchor.
© Valentine Nnebe 2024
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