Dancing to a Deeper Dark

Fie! The pinion trap of hell!
My ankle bleeding raw,
Tethered by this ruthless spell—
In dark perdition’s claw.

Downward facing, downward cast,
My fate in a cocoon,
As the sorry years slip past—
Wry effort with no boon.

Mark the redness at my heel,
The putrefying mess,
Blood collecting as I squeal,
In Lucifer’s duress.

Hellfire lapping, black as tar,
The flames a swaying dance,
Fanned by occult winds afar,
In foul preponderance.

Glorying in shame again!
The rankest form of glee!
Devils glut my sorry brain,
And bring depravity.

Dancing in this awkward style,
This paroxysmal coil—
Hopeless, wanton, stricken, vile,
In curses that despoil.

Dancing to a deeper dark,
Wherein my anguish grows,
Shadowlands extending stark,
With futures no-one knows.

Hark! The angels here are lost,
The fallen angels — cursed,
Godless, aye, the bitter cost,
In judgements unreversed.

Sit with us upon this shore,
This blackest sand of hell,
Even God cannot restore,
The pit wherein we dwell.

Speak the Psalms in earnest poise,
With knees upon the earth,
Offer up the winsome noise,
And say you know God’s worth.

Still the blackness quells the light,
The hopeful mantra dumb,
In this span of endless night,
Divorced from heaven, glum.

Dancing to a deeper dark—
We have no other plight,
Prithee silence, set no spark,
Against the creeping night.

Dance with us, until the end,
Redemption cast aside,
The eye of God is closed my friend,
Perdition gaping wide.

Dance away the pain with us,
Enraptured by the night,
Prithee silence, make no fuss,
Abjuring Jesus’ light.

Spy the moonless welkin dome—
It lives without its muse!
Lightlessness a winsome home,
Devised in dusky hues.

Love is but a dream again,
We knew it once, agreed,
But shackled here in Satan’s pen,
We’re never to be freed.

Love this inky silence cast,
In leaden fullness spread,
Claim this hell, this hell so vast,
And tarry with the dead.

ADL