the doom slinger 9 act 1

the past 
rehashes
deep
scratches
within the
subterranean
consciousness
records
where Satan
fossilizing
buried
the deranged
the estranged
needle bones
of his
origin
in the
underground
sewers
where his
ghost were
now
socializing
had formed
and
risen deformed
to play
upon
his mind's
stage
in a
catacombs
nightmarish
pantomime

act 1

Mira
beautiful Mira
Lay outside
on the
dirt
beyond
hurt
at
the foot
of the
marred
steps
that led
to the
charred
threshold
that
Drakon had
carried
Mira across
into their
honeymoons
adobe
Less than
nine
full moons
ago

Mira lay
trapped
in the
spinning
cogs
inertia
of a
fairytale
death

Drakon
always
lost
his breath
at Mira’s
soft beauty
now
broken pieces
of his
heart
caught in
his throat
choking him
all
he could
see
through his
blurry vision
was her
silent
blood curdling
scream
her
dried up
tongue
stuck
lolling
playfully
cheekily
from the
corner
of her
rigor mortis
mouth
filled
with flies
hatched
from the
magots
of lies

Drakon
could see
dark matter
had exited
the back
of Mira’s
head causing
Drakons
world to
fly apart
the
pulpy mass
made it
look like
Mira
rested
on a
blood red
fly blown
plush pillow
her body
surrounded
by the
wreath of
stones
that had
pummeled
her dress
into her
divine flesh
till her
hourglass
lay a
bloody
pulpy
smashed glass
dessert

the
ground
swallowed
Mira
and her
mound
without a
sound
as if
she'd just
slipped
into
the creek
without a
splash
and
drowned

in the
groping dark
Drakon
tried
to dig
Mira up
from where
grief
possesed
he had
mindlessly
buried her
down
on the
corner
away from
little jack
mourner
in the
dried up
creek bed
that would
come back
to life
when the
primordial gods
seasonal
reigns
came again

Drakons
bare hands
became
bloody
worn down
to dem
bones
the
dry earth
drank
of his
blood
and ate
of his
flesh
Drakon
howled
Pain ,
Anger,
Love,
Hate ,
up
at the
moon
and the
moon
in that
dark time
reflected
back the
dark horse
Selene
to
carry him
along the
shadow canal
Drakon
had begun
crawling down
after kissing
Mira's
half
eaten lips
one
last time
before
whispering
one
last vow
into
Mira’s
chewed off
ear
then
without
even
the strength
to move
on
or flick
one grain
of a
dust tear
to fill in
the hole
he left
Mira in
looking like
Hel

Drakon
slowly
wasted away
wrath
began binding
Drakon
together
lifting Drakon
with a
howling storm
beneath his
emaciated
flapping
madly
drying
wings
to land
on
two strong
legs
beastly enough
to trod
on
the path
of
VENGEANCE
for aeons

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the doom slinger 8

through 
the bones 
of 
primordial gods 
scattered 
by 
old crones 
across the 
plateau 
Satan 
tracked 
his 
fleeing foe 
from the 
signs   
he did sow 
defecating 
across the 
killing field 
where time
cannot be  
appealed 
and not 
believing 
in luck
set out
in pursuit 
of his 
constipated 
lame duck 

the heavens 
on fire
crackled 
and 
popped 
an 
infinite palette 
of 
marbled
fiery red 
clouds 
rolling across 
a copper 
ceiling
colliding 
with a 
thunderous 
murderous
clap 
causing 
Satan to 
turn his 
opaque eyes 
to the
angry
heavens
as  
transparent 
void droplets 
splashed
down
over 
him  
as he 
waltzed  
across the 
plateau 
in pursuit 
of his 
quarry 

soaked 
through 
to his 
bespoked 
chattering 
bones 
Satan 
cursed unto
himself  
as he 
looked about 
helter-skelter
for 
some shelter  
for he'd 
had enough 
of the 
reigning 
monarch's
drowning 
piss 
just recently  
to 
sink a 
flotilla 
of arks  

Satan 
took 
shelter
within the
cranium 
of an 
old god 
passing 
the storm 
of 
time away 
trying 
to 
remember 
what his 
quarry's 
next move 
would be 
when 
Satan 
began
wondering 
if the 
oracle's 
vision 
was 
malleable 
when
suddenly 
as the 
oracle
had shown
the reign 
concluded
but the 
heavens 
were 
still on 
fire
and 
Satan 
felt 
trapped 
in a 
oracles  
mire 

worn down 
he fell 
asleep 
on a 
creek bed 
outside 
of the
thoughtless 
primordial gods 
finger painting  
stained
cranium  
hidden 
under it's 
dead 
weeping 
willow 
yellow
hair

seven 
sturdy 
pink hide 
mammoths 
hauled 
the wagon 
along 
the trail 
that 
drunkenly 
wound through 
and 
around 
the bones 
abound
of the
primordial gods 
off 
to the
left 
the  wagon 
trail  
mimicked 
the flow
of the 
dried up 
sandy 
creek bed 
it
 paralleled   

the creeks
banks
were lined 
with bones 
some 
still had 
hair 
attached 
that hung 
weeping willowish
over the 
dried up 
creek bed 
providing 
Satan 
a pool of 
gloom 
to rest
under 
from the 
saturating heat 
of the
heavens embers 
glaring 
judgmentally 
down 
on the  
Firmaments
badlands 

cloth masks
hid the 
wagons guard's 
and 
driver's 
scowling faces   
from the 
burning dust 
and 
choking light  
they wore 
mammoth 
white dyed
wool robes
the guard 
sitting 
on the 
left hand 
of the 
driver
had a 
ankh 
shreddergun 
faithfully 
laid
across 
his knees
in 
the back 
of the 
wagon 
two guards
clutched
well used 
sarcophagus
repeating  
rifles  
nested 
vested 
amongst the 
hacky sacks
fill of 
untold 
fools gold 
headed 
for 
Woden'sOasis 
which was 
less than 
five bars 
aways 
as the 
wagon 
sways 

buried 
under 
the masks 
nervous sweat 
etched 
the faces 
of the 
wagon riders 
for their 
dangerous run 
between the 
indigenous
gold mine
and 
Woden'sOasis 
was 
nearly complete 
soon 
their dues 
would 
be paid 
their 
citizenship 
into 
Woden'sOasis
purchased 
but they 
knew the 
jinn bottles
would try to 
claim their
salvation 
from them
through 
violence
and 
theft 

the 
driver 
hoped the 
lazy
rag corked
jinn bottles
rolling 
around  
in the 
Firmament 
badlands 
wouldn't
smell 
the lure 
of their 
pure
fools gold
they carted
for he 
was in 
no mood 
to die 
this 
chapter

the wagon 
had 
rumbled  
mumbled 
on 
past where 
Satan lay
undetected 
covered 
in a 
blanket 
of dust 
escaping 
from his 
burdens 
when 
up ahead 
they saw 
deadfall  
on the 
wagon trail 
the 
ankh gunner 
tapped 
the wagon 
twice 
then lifted 
his ankh  
pointing it 
at the 
tangled mass
of fallen 
god bones 
that 
could hide 
a 
bakers dozen 
of the 
nasty
rag corked
jinn bottles 
and more 
ominous 
had not 
been there 
on their 
journey 
out to
the 
badlands 
gold mine

the 
driver 
looked 
desperately
swiveling 
his head 
from
east to west 
for a way 
to steer 
around 
the deadfall 
but the 
rutted trail 
was 
following 
the 
dried up
creek bed 
on the east 
while on 
the west
the
 hedging 
primordial 
god heads 
empty 
bulging 
eye sockets 
watched  
their passing 
there
was no 
way 
but through 
the 
deadfall
or risk 
sinking 
their dreams 
somewhere
out there 
in the 
badlands 
quicksand's 

the driver 
fried 
sighed 
preparing 
to haul 
on the 
reins 
for 
shifting the 
gods deadfall
was a 
mammoths 
task 

the stolid 
sheared 
mammoths 
pulled back 
on their 
harnessed 
raw hides  
slowing 
the wheels 
of the 
wagon 
as the 
guards kept 
their guns 
nervously 
trained 
on the 
deadfall 
the butts 
of the 
guns 
quivering 
locked 
into their 
shoulders 
as 
their eyes 
perched 
on their 
gun sights 
searching 
the deadfall 
waiting 
for the 
jinn bottles 
ambush

the 
guard 
with the 
ankh gun
jumped down 
to cover 
the driver 
as he 
unhitched 
the 
mammoths 
he 
needn't have
bothered
for 
at that 
moment 
a shot 
rang out 
he fell 
against 
the wagon
casting 
his ankh
away  
then he
slid 
into the 
hardening
 ground 
disbelief 
hidden 
under his 
death mask 
but 
not from 
been shot
that he 
expected 
but  
from been 
tricked 
bye the 
jinn
for the 
shot 
came from 
the 
dried up 
creek bed 

the guard  
drained out
alone
abandoned 
bye his 
companions 
busy as 
more shots 
blasted 
out of the 
creek bed 
as the 
two 
in the 
fools gold 
nest 
tried to
swivel 
around
and 
retaliate  
flame spouted 
from the 
muzzles 
of their
sarcophagus
repeaters 
when
they got 
into position 
then 
blood welled 
from a 
deep hole
drilled 
in one 
of the 
guards 
barreled chest 
his 
grape juice 
soaking 
into the 
white dyed
trail grimed 
robe 
as the 
draining guard 
slumped back 
onto 
the bags  
of 
fools gold  
his eyes 
caked
glazing over 
as the 
last guard
existing 
reached 
over 
and 
took the 
drained guards 
sarcophagus
to help 
fight off
the attack 

several 
rag corked
jinn bottles  
veils 
pulled 
up over 
their faces
surged over  
the 
dried up 
creek beds 
concealing 
banks 
smoke puffed
breathlessly 
from their
wielded guns 
as the 
driver 
stepped out 
from behind 
a 
mammoths
pink leg 
yelling 
while 
firing 
both barrels 
of the 
ankh 
from the 
hip 
shedding  
jinn bottles 
into 
mosaic
pizzas  

the 
jinn bottles 
were closing 
the gap
as the 
driver 
frantically 
tried 
to reload 
the driver 
turned 
to see 
the last 
guard 
thrashing 
around 
as
grape juice 
gurgled 
from his 
throat 
torn open 
from a 
lead thirst  

the driver 
cursed 
he was 
alone 
stranded
against a 
horde 
of
gold lusting 
jinn bottles 
as he 
thumbed back 
his ankhs 
opposing 
hammers 
he thought 
about 
surrendering
giving up 
his 
fools gold 
and 
his chance 
to gain 
entry 
into 
Woden'sOasis

yes he'd 
throw himself 
on the
mercy 
of the 
jinn horde
then he 
spat out 
the idea 
that any
rag corked 
jinn bottle
would grant 
him a 
golden ounce 
of mercy 
for if 
their role 
were 
reversed 
he 
hadn't

the 
ankh 
went off 
with a
loud boom
none 
of the  
jinn bottles 
fell 
because 
the driver 
had been 
punched 
in the 
gut bye
several
of 
their 
lead fists
and he'd
spilt 
his 
golden leaden 
death 
milt 
shot
uselessly 
into the 
Firmaments 
wagon 
plowed 
ground   

crumpled 
leaking 
wine juice 
from his 
perforated 
barrel stomach 
into the 
unconsecrated  
firmaments 
badlands
ground  
before 
the 
approaching 
indigenous
jinn bottles 
he 
jealousy
watched 
them 
reclaim 
their 
hijacked 
wagon 
fill of 
their
coveted
gold 
and fade 
from sight

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trail dust
that sticks  
like mud 
from the 
waste plains 
to the 
ether
disguised 
the fact 
that 
astride 
the pale 
stallion  
with the 
peg leg 
a female
materialized  
with whom 
one 
should not 
trespass 
across 
her path 

she looked 
every part 
a gunslinger 
of doom 
a killer 
there was 
nothing 
about her 
to tell a 
different story 
except 
perhaps
the fact 
she rode 
a 
three legged
stallion 
this 
might have 
informed  
an 
astute 
observer 
that this 
being 
however sick
had a
kindness 

Hel 
knew where 
her 
trail led 
she'd 
passed through 
once or twice 
before 
through the 
aeons 
chasing Justice 
all over 
the realms 
yet still 
she cursed 
under her
foul breath
when 
Purgatory
walked  
into view 
shimmering exotically 
in the 
waste's 
heat haze

Hel 
steered her 
gimp horse 
towards the
gangplank 
knowing 
her outlaw 
never faltered 
was relentless
in escaping 
retribution  
for 
Justice
manipulated others
to 
dispense 
commit 
heinous acts 
in his 
NAME 
and 
in a 
town like 
Purgatory
he had 
his vine 
to 
harvest 
his
rotten bunches 

Hel
touched 
her 
defiled
left cheek 

winced 

haunting images 
flashed 
through her mind
bile 
spilled 
from her 
half eaten
purple lips 

she 
would have 
retribution 
for her 
demon 
demanded it
just as 
a stomach 
demands 
to be
sated 
for Hel 
there were 
no borders 
she 
wouldn't cross
for all 
territories 
had become
her table
to feast 
upon 
and if 
Purgatory 
was again 
to provide 
a main course 
then 
folks of 
Purgatory 
that is why 
when she
sore 
your town 
she cursed 
under her 
sweetly 
sickly 
breath

"amen"

Hel 
pulled back 
on her reins 
after crossing 
the gangplank 
into 
Purgatory 
halting 
the tall 
pale stallion  
as she 
entered
the
main street
where the 
white noise 
crescendoed
 a 
million flies
worshipping 
feasting   
told Hel 
it wasn't 
her 
presence 
that had 
the town 
all abuzz 

piled up 
on a 
pyre 
waiting the
executioners 
torch 
floating
on the 
dead calm 
void 
were  
blood syrup 
soaked flesh 
vessels 
stacked 
pancaked 
one 
on top
of  the 
other 
noodle innards 
escaping 
oozed
out of 
fatal wounds 
the 
sound of 
chanting 
echoed out 
of the 
mourners 
maggot 
filled mouths 

Hel 
inhaled
tightening
her 
half chewed lips   
her 
sunken eyes 
fluttered 
closed  
before 
opening wide
as she 
nudged 
the pale horse 
forward 
past the 
remains 
of a 
battle
knowing  
Flaming Justice 
was 
involved 

caution 
filled Hel 
as she guided 
the pale horse 
with her knees 
while her 
hands rested
over the  
ivory grips 
of her 
shooting cubs 
as the 
moody
heavens darkened 
indicating 
the 
passing of time 
while 
she guided 
her horse 
towards 
the house 
of 
ill repute  
rearing up 
beast like
before her 
at the 
point 
of the
fiendish towns 
pentagram

her 
quick eyes 
noticed 
the bloodstains 
across
the street 
and 
at the foot 
of the 
rocky stairs 
the
soaked up
fiery 
blood stained 
lake 
above which 
a few 
prospecting 
folk 
were picking 
out 
gold and lead 
nuggets
from the 
ground
and
walls 
that had taken 
damage
in the 
gunfight 
proceeding 
her entrance 
Hel 
sat back 
in her 
saddle 
as the 
pale horse 
instinctively
halted 

nervous faces 
looked up 
some 
with legs 
took their 
nervous 
satellites
and
skittered away 
around corners 
or into 
quickly closing 
doorways
Hel
dismounted 
then calmly 
stood 
absorbing 
the 
defiant looks 
the 
remaining 
grapes 
gave her 

"you looking 
 for something 
troll duckling"

asked 
a blind ol' lady  
who carried 
a burdensome  
bag of lead 
as she 
stumbled along 
the 
courthouse steps 

Hel's
smile deformed 
as she 
asked 
somewhat
sarcastically 

"seen 
a critter 
named Justice 
round here 
got a 
flame beard 
and 
slaughter 
kinda
follows him" 

the 
blind ol' lady 
paused 
considering a lie 
while 
watching 
the light 
vanish 
from Hel's 
sunken 
eyes 

" does
he thinks 
himself 
a god" 

‘‘Yep. 
He’s a 
full 
blooded
god being" 

Hel nodded
continuing 

"though 
he pretends 
to be a
transcended 
bastard
whomanbeing 
now and then " 

the 
blind ol' lady's
face altered
twas plain 
as false light 
in the dark
she did not 
like the 
gods

"he’s 
a god
 FRIG 
 I hate gods 
 and 
yeah 
as a god 
is my 
witness 
he was in 
Purgatory 
till that
ol' devil
came a calling
and he 
hightailed it 
flaming 
through those 
dem doors

the 
blind lady 
growled 
pointing up
towards 
the 
unhinged 
courtroom 
doors 

"ol' devil eh" 

Hel 
stepped up
thought ridden 
to begin 
her 
ascent 

 ‘Yeah 
troll 
he was 
sort of tall
real mean 
looking 
had no
flesh 
on dem 
rattling bones
which sure 
scared off
your prey"
 
she went on 

"oh i 
should of 
started 
with this 
tattered wings 
hooves and horns 
first time 
i'd seen 
the likes"  

"I’ve 
encountered 
such a being 
before"

Hel sighed
tugging 
at a braid 
of her long 
feathered crow 
black hair 
then 
hesitantly 
she
took another step
she 
didn't need 
to 
know more 

she mused 
inwardly

"ha 
Satan 
so you 
couldn't have me 
so
you think
to
have my
retribution"

a slow 
twisted smile 
lit up 
her eyes
in their 
depths  
as she 
muttered
coyly 
outwardly 

" silly ol' devil" 

to herself  
as Hel 
took another 
step 
towards Justice


"what was 
that
troll lady
no matter 
i can see 
your busy 
contemplating 
but 
you watch 
your back 
now

that
Justice 
he got his 
cult of 
alchemist 
to try and 
stop 
that ol' devil
i mentioned 
whilst 
he 
hightailed it 
they 
might see ya 
as kinda 
two peas
in a pod 
if you 
knows what 
i mean'’ 

the blind 
ol' lady 
warned her
before 
turning her back 
shuffling away 

Hel watched 
as she 
folded 
into 
the dark 
past

"who the 
hell are you
crone" 

Hel turned 
to face 
her 
abrupt 
questioner
that had
come 
sneaking 
up from 
behind 

Hel's 
sunken eyes 
reddened 
as she 
appraised 
the large oaf  
standing 
with one 
calloused loaf
resting 
on the grip 
of his 
rusting
pistol 

"yes Hel"

she replied 
her voice 
dangerously 
level

in 
the dark 
oaf
couldn't see 
her 
blue flame 
fingers 
dancing 
over the 
bone grips 
of her 
own cubs 

oaf 

paused 

then raised 
his 
voice up
like an 
angry bear 
preacher

"you ain’t 
welcome in 
Purgatory
best you 
take your 
rotten hiney 
and 
skedaddle 
crone" 

Hel sighed 

‘I know 
that 
now stop 
interrupting 
go back 
to hiding 
behind
your 
preconceptions 
fiend" 

Hel stood 
still 
watching 
the man's 
final 
countdown 
oh 
oh 

oh it's a draw

Hel 
had an 
advantage 
she could see
through 
the dark 
that 
surrounds 
whomankind 

the man 
whistled 
like when 
a kettle 
reaches 
boiling point 
his 
right hand 
furiously 
tugged
his pistol 
from 
it's holsters 
dry mouth 
where as 
folks
Hel's hands 
moved 
silky 
swiftly
both her
cubs 
were drawn 
from their 
tiger skin 
holsters 
in less than
the mans 
racing 
heartbeat
Hel 
cocked the
cubs 
hammers 
and 
before 
she squeezed
both 
hair 
triggers 
thought 

"i've 
beaten him 
do i need to 
kill him"

then 
she heard 
her
golden reply 

"do unto 
others
as they 
would surely 
do to you"

Hel 
tickled her
hair triggers 
a moment 
yawned
then 
one lead
canine  
severed 
the mans 
vocal chord 
the other 
tore 
the mans 
head off
like 
strong wind 
would lift 
off
a toupee 
a look of 
death dread
appeared 
on the man’s
hard boiled 
blood egg
shell shocked
face
as his gun
fell 
heavily 
on to the 
courthouse step 
dragging 
its 
owners vessel 
in it's 
wake 
once the 
oafs flesh 
hit 
it bounced 
it rolled 
it bounced
it landed  
to revive
the 
sacrificial 
dried up 
fiery blood
red lake 
at the
foot 
of the 
towns 
hydra

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Satan 
stirred 
hearing sirens 
through the fog
singing 
the 
pungent odor 
of rotting life 
assaulted 
his nose 
cursed flies 
mated 
on his face
he 
brushed them away 
with a 
imaginary arm
he hoisted  
his eyelids  
forcefully 
light 
flooded in
kaleidoscope
images beamed
into his 
yawning mind 
which 
screamed 
"cupids"

Satan
sat bolt upright

the cupids
who 
surrounded him 
stepped back 
the stench 
followed 
Satan 
stared 
into their
sour pulp 
fish hook 
torn faces 
infested 
with maggots 
Satan 
cracked 
a smile  
his lips refused 
to produce
lips numbly 
staring 
he 
mumbled 
his gaze
from 
cupids to cupids
who all stood 
naked 
except for a
siren 
skin loincloth
covering their 
pulpy mass
nether 
ether
regions 

each cupid 
held a crossbow  
or 
wooden handled club 
with idolatry
carved stone heads
in the
holders image 
their
snow white 
blood dusted
mite infested 
vulture wings
were folded 
allowing 
Satan to see 
chained and collared 
battered and bruised
behind them 
sat the 
lamenting sirens 
who had 
woken him
with their 
mournful singing 

Satan tried
to gain his feet
before a
pulpy congealing
muscled chested 
maggot infested 
cupid 
stepped forward 
shoving his 
poxed
stone head 
against 
Satan's chest 
pushing 
him back
into the 
pearly 
pebbles  

rage 
flooded Satan 
filling 
his being 
with
birthing strength 
standing 
him up 
to face 
his 
roe foe 
as the cupid
raised 
his 
stone face
yet again  
Satan 
stepped forward 
growled 
"poor stupid cupid" 
(for the 
alley oracle
 foretold
" they 
knew not what 
they did ")
as he 
grasped 
the cupids wrist 
in an 
iron age grip
the 
two beings  
stood 
eye to eye
then 
with the power 
vested within
Satan 
shoved 
the cupid back 
who
stumbled 
a few steps 
as
Satan 
reached
for his 
fancy pistol
the cupid
shot forward
his 
stoned face 
raised
as Satan
let the 
hammer fall
releasing lead 
that 
parted 
the thick ether
of
tension 
between the 
emaciated 
washed up 
Satan 
and the 
pulpy 
roe chested 
cupid 
whose 
cold stone face 
kissed 
Satan 
on the 
forward head 
and 
shattered 
into a 
constellation 
meanwhile 
Satan's 
lead crossed
 bullet 
cast the 
cupids heart 
out onto 
the stones 
to season 
while the 
cupids body 
staggered backwards 
vertically challenged 
then as if
melting 
dissolved 
into the 
voids bucket 
without 
a splash 

still 
surrounded 
by 
cupids 
Satan reached 
behind his back
for his 
other 
fancy pistol 
then 
gave each 
a turn 
at the 
storm of cupids 
closing in
he did not 
watch 
the cupids 
falling 
as like 
 in his 
visions 
his 
grim faced 
lead bullets 
burst  
their targets
like 
clown balloons
twisted 
stretched 
into 
whoman form 
with his
lead pins 

Satan 
realizing 
that the 
close proximity 
almost flat 
pebbled beach 
offered 
him 
no cover 
from the 
slings and arrows 
of his 
enemies
and 
tiring 
from dodging 
the lethal 
projectiles
inserted 
into the 
ether 
at him
he 
created 
a bloody 
doorway 
using 
his 
lead crossed tipped
chisels
to carve 
the gap
he
 flew through 
toward 
the cliff face 
where
 boulders grew 
like 
a beard 
he 
dropped 
behind a large 
rock 
hailing arrows 
followed 
striking
the rock 
musically 
showering  
sparks  
and 
fossilized bone
all over him 
as he 
continued
to blast 
his 
fancy pistols  
while
Satan's 
emotionless face 
bore
the fresh burden 
of the 
truth  
tearing
scarring
his 
leather burnt 
on bone 
corpse 
gaunt features 

Satan 
swiftly reloaded 
his pistols  
and resumed 
blasting 
at the 
silent 
multiplying cupids 
whose 
arrows 
chipped away 
the rock 
Satan
had chosen 
freely
to take 
his 
stand behind
he'd 
gunned down 
more than
a dozen 
baker's dozen
of the 
enslaving cupids 
but more 
were 
popping out  
where from 
Satan 
would of 
answered

"the clouds"  

yet the 
ether 
was clear 

an arrow 
bounced 
of his 
left horn
but 
he did not 
flinch 
as his 
boney fingers 
held  
the reaper
triggers 
meaninglessly 
as his 
opposing thumbs 
fanned 
the 
flaming hammers
of his 
fancy pistols 
while watching
the futility 
of his 
unerring bullets 
knocking 
the cupids 
from the 
sky 
was only 
betrayed 
by his
tears 
acid 
etching 
new scars 
down his 
emotionless 
corpse
masked face

for this 
was his 
lot 
ordained 
forever 
and 
ever 
war 
without end 
trapped 
cycling
within wars 
punishing
aeons
seasons 
behind his 
emotionless 
mask
blasting 
his foes 
with 
fancy pistols

fancy pistols
which again  
needed 
reloading  
Satan's 
bony fingers 
fished 
deep 
into his 
boiled 
leather jacket 
pockets
for more 
damming 
ammunition
hooking a handful
he refilled 
his guns 
full 
of the void 
soaked 
lead bullets 

Suddenly 
an arrow 
hit Satan 
in the neck 
a spurt 
of 
steaming vapor  
stinking 
of brimstone 
whistled
into the 
ether 
Satan 
grimaced 
cocked his hammers
pushed 
his 
fossil
emaciated frame 
up 
as close 
to the 
rock 
as he 
metaphysically 
could

as the 
cupids 
were circling
above   
blood dried 
rusty dust
and 
imp mites 
fell 
from their 
feathers  
mixing 
with 
the brimstone 
and the
 acrid 
damming 
fumes 
of the 
fancy pistols 
smoke 
rising 
colliding 
to form  
humid clouds
over the beaches 
where the cupids 
could hide
their 
attacking
formations  

far of 
on their rocks 
by the 
voids edge
the 
captive sirens 
had crawled  
back to 
while
their abusers 
attentions 
were 
elsewhere 
began 
anew 
an old 
song 
as their
wounds 
were  cleansed 
by the 
voids baptismal 
splashes 

the 
cupid vultures 
continued
to fire 
their bone 
crossbows 
but 
they were 
shooting 
blindly 
through the 
thick 
cloud cover 
Satan 
ignored 
the volleys
of 
arrows 
shot at him
from above  
stepped around 
his rock 
his hooves 
trodding 
into 
puddles 
of the 
fly bloated 
fallen 
winged fetus 
carcasses 
bleeding and rotting 
on the 
pearl pebbled 
beach 
where he'd 
washed up 

Satan 
blasted
both 
his pistols
into
the ether
paused and listened 
for the sounds 
of 
cupids raining 
from above  
he 
didn't need 
keen eyesight 
to notice the 
dead 
and 
wounded 
plunging 
to their 
punctuated 
death beds 

arrows whistled 
happily 
through the 
smoke and dust 
from the 
cupids
crossbows above 
suddenly 
the cupids
broke cover 
to begin 
dive bombing 
Satan  
who snarled 

"this ain't right "

cocked
the hammers 
of his 
fancy pistols 
once more
as he 
fired up 
into the 
attacking
carrion   

leftovers
barrel rolling
and
tumbling  
down 
from the 
heavens 
said  
his lead 
found their 
targets

dropping 
to rest 
on one knee
partly blinded 
Satan 
laid his guns
down 
to rest 
while he 
wiped his 
dust caked 
opaque eyes 
as a
cupid 
successfully 
dived bombed 
him
the eerie sound 
of the 
cupid's 
stone face 
whispering 
a
lullaby
 in his ear   
pitched 
Satan 
rolling 
into the 
bloody 
pea soup gravel 

shaking 
himself awake 
Satan 
saw his guns 
gleaming 
out of reach 
as a cupid 
swooped 
towards him 
Satan rolled 
into an 
aerial
with 
drunken agility
as he
unsheathed 
his
fork tongue blade 
from 
behind his back 
his 
acrobatic hooves
placing him 
right under
the 
screaming cupid 
he 
reached up  
snatching 
the 
dive bombing 
cupid 
by the 
braided umbilical
like hair 
pulling down 
the cupid 
the long 
lethal 
unseeable edged 
forked blade 
was 
thrust 
into the 
cupid's chest
as he was
plucked 
out of the 
ether

epilogue 

the 
cupids last kiss 
was the 
bloody 
unconsecrated grounds 
pearly pebbles
he bled 
for

Satan 
turned
to see above 
a half-dozen 
cupids   
through the thick dust
caking his 
eyes 
could see 
the stunned 
stunted 
expressions
etched
into their 
stoned carved faces
he flew 
straight 
at them
he forced
the
forked tongue 
unseeable edged 
blade
amongst
through 
their butter 
flanks 
melted blood 
flew 
off the
fork tongues 
gleaming 
blade 
in artistic 
swishes 
as cupids fell 
all around 
when
he had carved 
his way 
into the clear 
Satan 
retrieved the 
fallen 
fancy pistols 
to give 
a few 
fleeing 
cupids
a
parting shot 
before turning 
wings beat 
to climb 
the 
rocky cliff face
up out
of the 
slaughter house
his hooves 
driving 
into its 
broken 
face's flesh
yet 
no matter 
how fast 
he climbed 
Satan 
couldn't escape 
the pain 
he had
inflicted 
upon himself 
as he 
pushed himself
pulled himself 
over 
the cliffs edge 
to stand  
on the 
edge 
of a 
plateau

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the doom slinger 4

Satan spiraled 
through the 
woke turbulence
vortexes   
his 
bullet clipped 
and holed 
emaciated 
wings spread 
like they were  
pinned 
by an
invisible 
god's  
entomologists
finger pads 
as he 
slipped 
through the 
killing jars  
ether

Satan 
was
desperately
trying 
to slow 
his decent 
as he 
tried to read 
the ethers 
jet streams 
when he 
slammed 
into a 
hibernating
shadow tree 
growing out 
from the 
pear shaped 
chasms 
stagnant
weeping walls 
which  
knocked the wind 
from
beneath his wings 
he then 
desperately 
tried 
to cling 
like a hatched 
partridge fetus 
to the 
tree for life  
as gravity 
suckered him
into
slipping 
like a snake
along a branch 
then
hanging 
like a fruit 
until 
inevitably 
rotting 
dropping 
back
into the fall
 
Satan's 
holy wings folded  
like in a prayer 
didn't 
have a hope
of slowing 
his 
steep descent 
as he 
plunged 
head first 
into the 
watery cold 
black void 
his
momentum  
dragging 
him under 
the voids 
dark foaming
surface 
where 
all was 
absorbed 

corpse arms 
failing 
he rose 
to the 
voids 
foaming surface 
gasping 
just as the 
uprooted 
shadow tree
slammed 
into his chest 
knocking 
the proverbial wind 
from him 
yet again

he rose 
again 
to the 
voids surface
gasping 
for 
essence
the voids 
emptiness 
flooded in 
burning his lungs 
and throat
knowing 
he was in 
quite the pickle 
he grabbed hold 
of one of the
trees 
proffered 
outstretched limbs  
grateful 
for something 
to hold to 
in the 
meaningless 
dark foaming 
voids brine 

waves of fear 
rolled and crashed 
over him 
as Satan 
fought
his way 
through the 
foaming void 
and 
tangled limbs 
to the 
middle 
of the 
shadow tree's 
trunk 
where being 
more stable
he pulled 
himself up 
onto his  
dead looking 
tree of life raft
before 
collapsing 
like an 
emaciated 
split crow 
carved
on a totem 
in an 
exhausted relief 

a wave 
slapped him 
awake 
as he 
wiped the
stinging void 
from his 
eyes
until 
he thought 
he saw 
the blurry outline 
of an ark 
pitching 
and 
rolling 
on his 
horizon 

Satan
paddled 
towards 
where he 
thought hoped 
he had 
envisioned 
the ark 
but the 
wind 
and 
lashing waves 
of the void 
tossed 
his life raft 
back
into the 
dispiriting void 
as 
lightning split 
the heavens 
followed 
by the thunder
of the 
emperor's
fallible god's
judgement 

the flash 
revealed nothing 
but the 
freezing emptiness
of the 
heaving 
and 
lashing 
void 
his tree of life 
was 
tossed through 
while
upside-downly 
downly-upside
Satan 
hung on
ever so 
grimly 
as
through time 
the
waves nine tails 
kept on 
stripping the tree 
to its 
heartwood 
while
lashing the fallen 
to the bone 
the brine 
cauterizing the sap
and 
scorching his
lungs and throat
when 
swallowed 
causing
a reaction 
Satan 
shivered
while
retching 
to expel the void's 
icy emptiness 
of doubt 
as he stared  
wild opaque eyed 
into the 
howling blackness 
that stared 
mirror like 
back at him 
as he
waited  
for 
forty benighted aeons
and 
forty enlightenment aeons 
for the ark
to reappear 
while the 
battered
shadow tree 
appeared 
to 
dip and dive
toss and turn 
trying 
to loosen 
his grip 
on life 

in 
another 
bursts 
of lightning 
Satan 
saw with 
foreboding 
other 
messiahs 
floating dead 
bobbing 
flesh corrupted 
eroding away 
on the 
void's dark 
foaming surface 
fastened 
to their trees 
their 
stomachs intestines 
exposed 
knotted 
in a 
figure eight  
bizarrely 
tethering them 
to 
anchors
caught 
on the  
voids icebergs  
desperately 
Satan 
looked through 
the debris 
as lightning 
again
illuminated 
the voids  
ship graveyard 

spotting 
no survivors 
among the 
wreckage 
Satan
gave up
and
paddled on 
battled on 
fueled by 
an age 
of rage 
his 
wind milling arms 
churned the void

Finally
after time 
had abated
Satan rested 
the raging void
calmed  
light from the
heavens above 
became constant 
no longer
flickering 
injecting 
him with 
tormenting 
horrifying 
images of 
death and hope 
into 
the depths 
of his 
opaque eyes  
and the
infallible god's
thunder 
no longer
clapped
rhythmically 
in his ears 
his 
throat 
stripped raw 
from the brine's 
cattales
swallowed 
and his 
mad bellowing 
echoing 
into the
faceless storms  
pointless
bombardments 
had 
fallen silent 
for
Satan 
exhausted 
had
hung his head 
ominously
in 
contemplative resolve 
to 
continue down
the
path of revenge 
upon those 
that had  
traduced him 
and
those of his ilk
he loved  

lifting his head 
from his reprieve 
his eyes revealed
a  lands 
mountainous 
white cloud 
cliffs 

Satan 
wondered  
where in the void 
he had 
drifted 
as the 
distant 
lands greying
harshness 
began to swamp 
his eyes
with 
survival tears

Satan 
had no idea
how far offshore 
he lay adrift 
but as his 
corpse thin arms 
began windmilling  
upon his 
tree of life 
breaking 
the voids 
frigid surface 
he fixed his will  
on the beckoning distance 
that fed him intravenously 
a little more persistence 
 
thinking 
he was closing 
in with the land  
he began 
to make out 
the features 
of the distant 
rocky shore line 
his corpse arms 
exhausted 
wind milled limply 
on 
fill of aching knotts
and 
will breaking pain
Satan 
ignored 
his grinding bones
continued circling 
willing himself on 
through 
the blissless 
will sapping 
milling void 

cranking up
his 
heavy head
for his 
opaque eyes 
to measure 
the distance 
left to beach 
upon that
pebbled pearly 
shore 
his 
opaque eyes 
cried out 
from the 
crows nest 

"we be 
nay the closer
cap'n"

where upon 
Satan's
vessel 
lost 
it's bottled 
elixir 

an odd specimen 
drained of adrenaline 
it's flesh gone  
skin baked on 
to crumpling bone
left alone to atone  
on a fruit tree devoid 
on a bloodless void 

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the doom slinger 3

enter
the courthouse
a realm
consisting
of a
deep deep deep
unfathomable
cave system
a
labyrinth
of
alternate realities
inhospitable
to its
notional
inhabitants

on entry
Satan observed
above
luminous
gravity defying
headless hunchback
seraphim
their
grey smoke entrails
spilling out
like
wisps of
egg whites
dropped in
boiling water
they
floated poached
haunting
the
polished
marbled walled
corridors
each carrying
ignoring
bundles
of
wailing
decomposing skin
parchedments

as
they past over
Satan
the sound of wind
sighing
or was it
moaning
could be heard
over the
wailing
yet
Satan
felt no breeze
only smelt
rotten
eggs

sand
flowed across
the
cave floors
corridors
erasing
Satans
hoof prints
as he
tried to find
his way
forward
into the
labyrinths
dark
alleyways

following
the
streams of sand
was as
deceptive as fruit
as they
merged
diverged
doubled back
on
themselves
covering
the flames
trail
or was it
erasing
sweeping away
one's own
tracks
towards
potters field

the deeper
into the
cave system
lit only
by the
smoldering
end
of a
carcinogenic
rolled
cigarette
polished marbled
walls
gave way
to rough
sketched nameless
rocky faces
which were
covered
in moss beards
from their
cracked crumbling
chalk skin
bleeding images
pearls of wisdom
spilled
eroding
incomprehensibly
into
the sand
rivers
to be
reformed

finally
admitting
to himself
he was
lost
in the
infernal
cave system
of the
courthouse
archives
Satan
suffered
a seismic
depressive
shift
of mood
when the
flowing ground
seemed
to list

"all is doomed"
Satan thought

a red tape
snake
that could
be found
naturally lurking
anchored
within the
systems cracks
beneath
the surface
of the
sand rivers
flowing
throughout
the
courthouse
cave system
had
looped
noosed
itself
around
Satans
left hoof
tripping
him up

as he
prepared
to hit
rock bottom
with a
doomsdays
meteorite
splash
Satan reached
round
to his back
unsheathing
an
unseeable edged
fork tongue blade
once given
unto him
by a friend
by a foe
once drawn
Satan
slashed
with his
knife
at the
snake
that would've
dragged him
into
the cracks
to
devour and excrete
him
into
particles
of the
caves pictorial
suspeculated
evidence

Satan's
forked blade
sliced surgically
parting
seperating
the snakes
erroneously
scaled body
from his own
entity

standing
free
for a moments
breath
but still stuck
in the
behemoths belly
Satan lit
one of his
previously
rolled
half smoked
cigarettes
with a spark
from his
flint nails
he stared
into the
thundering
howling blinded
heard of minotaurs
surrounded
in a
cloud of dust
picture frame
stampeding
bearing
down upon
him
corroding
sand grains
thrown up
by the
frightened
minotaurs
rained down
landing
pockmarking
his
burnt
leather on bone
tear scared face
ahead of time

through
the
oncoming
avalanche's dust
stinging his
opaque eyes
Satan
could see
a guilty flicker
of a flame
driving
the creatures
from
behind
towards him

"oh Justice
you flaming
son of a
tumbleweed"

Satan spat
at his
quarry
as he drew
his
fancy pistols
before
realising the absurdity
of his actions
he holsted
his
fancy pistols
preparing
to be
trampled
into
civilisations bedrock
instead
as he came
to peace
with futility
his
survival instincts
came to life
animated
Satan turned
finding a gap
in the
continuity
of the
cave systems walls
he ran
towards the crevice
without hesitation
forgetting
to look
into
the trojan horses
mouth
Satan
took a
leap of faith
an unforeseen error
beginning his fall
down
into a
chasm

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the doom slinger 2

Selene
carried Satan 
floating 
across the waste 
for 
forty aeons 
and 
forty epochs 
in her cradle 
of 
tranquility 

bustling noise
blistering heat
awoken 
Satan 
outside 
a broken
 away 
sectioned 
piece of waste town 
moored 
floating 
in the rising void 
that
lapped 
at the 
crumbling cliffs 
feeding 
scouring  
away the waste 

Selene
hung back 
on the 
event horizon 
watching Satan 
cross
the gangplank 
out of sight
into 
Purgatory 

Satan 
walked amongst 
Purgatory's 
whitewashed 
buildings 
its citizens 
parting 
in an 
angry red sea
their 
indoctrinated 
fear 
holding back 
their 
lynch mob instincts 
but 
unbeknownst
to   
Satan 
he was safe 
for he was 
no savior 
so they allowed  
their
stoop shouldered
emaciated
bat wings drooping 
wizened up 
escape goat 
plenty of space 
to waltz 
within their
atmosphere
of 
entitled hope
and 
narcissistic dreams 

along the edges 
of 
purgatory
anchored 
bloated
air balloons
weighted 
full 
of hot air 
ladders up
to 
evacuate 
the  
lands citizens 
to the
heavens above
never 
ever
gated
land 

curious people 
peered 
out of
windows 
doorways
pretending 
their 
perceived beast 
was 
a threat 
of forming 
or becoming 
their
craven image  
as the beast 
they awed 
walked 
as 
Pinocchio once did   
amongst them
in the 
bright furnace light 
that 
in their 
heavens pilots 
shriveled raisin eyes 
should be 
buried 
under
sea chanties
 of
 brimstone 

Satan 
wiped an
itty bitty tear 
away 
that was 
drawing another scar  
down
his
worn 
leather baked 
skinned skull

Satan stopped  

staring up
into the 
darkness 
of Purgatory's  
seven storied 
house 
of ill repute 
windows 
rearing up 
monster like
before him 
at the 
point 
of the towns 
pentagram

as 
Satan 
entered 
the house's saloon 
on the 
ground floor 
a hundred 
crammed 
foul smelling soles 
assaulted  
his 
ossified nostrils

ignoring 
the 
circus captivity scene 
stink 
Satan 
strode wearily  
up to the bar 
that was 
blocked from view 
by thirsty soles 
stomping 
for the
bartender's healing
via a
liquid elixir  
blessing 
to cleanse 
their 
pilgrim soles 
since the 
paved floor 
of good 
intentions 
they trod 
excessively 
to 
enlightenment 
was 
covered
urine soaked straw
and other
questionable 
dark matter

Satan  
pushed open 
his batwings 
to reveal 
the
jutting pearl grip
of his
fancy pistol 
clearing 
away 
the 
clambering 
self indulgent 
crowd 
at Purgatory's
nirvana saloon's  
last chance bar
or
so the 
mirror
on the wall  
proclaimed it 

Satan's
fingers danced 
over
 the pearl butt 
of his 
fancy pistol
as his 
boney arms
hung stiffly 
at his  
corpse side
only his hooves 
made a rough sound
as he
took one 
more 
scraping
waltz step 
across
the 
barnyard  
floor
closing the gap
between 

the
bushy 
flame faced 
bartender 
glared 
at his 
moth 
he pulled 
a long thin cigar
from his 
sweet sweat 
soaked stained
robe pocket 
he
bit off its tip
then 
spat it out
he placed the 
wet cigar 
between 
his 
yellow cracked 
sun glazed teeth 
then 
he ignited it 
with the bars 
eternal candle 
then
huffed and puffed 
until 
smoke billowed 
from his 
ears and mouth

Satan felt 
a numb judas hand  
grab
at his 
skin and bone 
arm 
turning his 
leather burnt cheeks
to face
his 
attacker 
Satan
head-butted
the fools mug 
in a 
classic 
purgatory kiss 
move 

blood splattered 
from the 
bravado fill mugs 
nose 
as the 
used up
diversion 
fell to 
wiggle 
maggot style 
on the
saloons dance floor
as
Satan's 
burning bush 
disappeared in smoke 

without pausing 
Satan 
leapt the bar 
crashing 
through the mirror 
landing 
out in a 
light 
drenched alley

Satan
looked at the ground 
saw the 
bartender's 
boots glass remarks
in the sand
fleeing 
fleet of foot
along
the alley 
his boots 
disappearing 
over 
a 
competition
pissed stained 
dividing
wall 

leaping
the wall 
bat wings open 
he saw 
his flame 
escape
the bars alley 
into 
Purgatory's
main street

Satan 
dragged 
his fancy pistol 
from 
his hunters belt 
ready for action
as
gold nuggets 
smashed 
into the
alley's 
fire brick walls 
chips and dust 
showered 
Satan 
as 
another volley 
of 
golden nuggets
passed 
within inches
of the 
horned beasts 
head 

Satan 
returned fire 
as 
more choir shots
sang out  
from the
direction 
of 
purgatory's 
court house 
rearing up 
a behemoth 
before him 
at the 
point 
of the towns 
pentagram

at least 
a dozen
 appointed 
witnesses 
guns 
blazing 
covered 
Satan's flame 
high tailing it 
up the 
mountainous stairs 
of 
ideologies 
to 
escape 
justice 

Satan 
emaciated frame
stood 
still as a target 
while 
all around him
the
unconsecrated ground 
was 
churned up 
by the 
deadly sermons
golden nuggets 
which were sent
to gouge 
Satan's 
deep opaque 
tear-filled
eyes out 

returning 
fire 
Satan watched 
his first 
witness  
bounce lifelessly 
down the 
courthouse 
rocky stairs  

shots 
echoed around 
purgatory 
as the 
flame 
slipped 
through the cracks 
of the 
courthouse's
stone tablet
unhinged doors 

below 
another 
witness  
twisted on his
scorpion 
boot heels
falling under 
Satan's 
tearful gaze 
as his 
fancy pistol's 
lead bullets
chewed out 
his witnesses
blackened 
jerky
heart  

Satan's 
blurry 
tear filled eyes 
focused
on 
three witnesses 
rushing 
at him 
their guns cocked 
their soles 
already 
lost 
on their way 
to meet 
their judge
fired
at the 
emaciated figure
who 
with all his strength
dragged
back the hammer 
then 
squeezed
his 
fancy pistol's 
scythe trigger

the 
action like denials 
repeated
two more times 
until 
the witnesses 
had paid
for their 
perjury

ideology 
continued 
attempted 
to rain down 
from
the courthouse
Satan  
felt more tears 
trickling 
down 
from the 
depths 
of his 
opaque eyes 
as a few 
golden nuggets 
crossed 
his scars 
while 
other nuggets
tore holes 
through 
his 
weathered 
tattered 
bloodstained 
batwings 
that flapped violently 
in the 
bullets breeze 

seven 
deadly witnesses   
left 
Satan rolled 
his 
dice 
knowing 
he was hurting 
yet 
knowing 
the proceedings  
must go on
and on...   

the witnesses    
were 
swaying 
and 
shooting 
from 
behind a 
heat haze dock
as each 
witnesses gun 
spoke
Satan retorted 

He saw 
the paid witnesses 
dancing
and  
falling
for their
overlord   
as his 
lead bullets  
nailed their 
expanding cross tip
examinations  
into their 
blessed tanned hides 
blasting them 
soullessly
into
kingdom come

By the time 
the 
emaciated being 
reached 
the colossus foot
of the
courthouse stairs 
blood 
that had 
cascaded down 
from the 
fallen 
was 
pooling 
into a 
small fiery lake 
at the 
bottom 
of the rocky steps 

Satan's eyes narrowed 
staring up
at the 
burnt 
unhinged doors
of the 
courthouse 
that the 
fleeing 
flame bearded bartender 
had fled  
through 
to  
escape  

Satan  
tucked his 
fancy pistol 
into his 
hunters belt 
clicked his 
forked tongue 
and
began his ascent  
to
pursue 
his 
false flame 
through the 
stone tablet 
unhinged doors 
of the 
courthouse's  
facade 

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the doom slinger 1

stoop shouldered
emaciated
bat wings
flapping
in a
gentle
cold nights
breeze
while
trembling hands
rolled
an
incurable
cigarette

Satan
ignited
the
carcinogenic
cigarette
from a
candle's
eternal
flame's
hex eye

Satan
knew to a
dark silhouette
illumination
was wasted
enlightenment
yet he
queitly
held
the
candle
vigil

tears
of
lost hope
coursed
down
Satan's
burnt
leather baked on bone
cheeks
from
deep opaque eyes
as the
candles flame
gazed
disrespectfully
upon
his
cursed face

Satan's
fancy pistol
lay dead
on the
unconsecrated
alley's
ash and dust
ground
silent
as a
shadow

Yahweh
staggered
into the
candles
hex flame
eye
breathing raggedly
His
grey robe
was holed
and
light stained
in
three places
one
in the gut
two
in the chest
dropping
his
pistol
Yahweh
collapsed
into the
alley's
ash and dust

Satan
stooped to retrieve
his
fancy pistol
tosing
the
candle
snuffing
out the
flame
the
betraying memories
in a
sludge
of
tears
ash and dust


Satan's
breaking
crackling
voice
quipped
" thanks for the light
ol' friend"

Satan
stood for a aeon
or so
peering
into
the alley's
cataclysmic
infinity
with a
slack jaw expression
suggesting
he
was not
relishing
what he
foresaw

Satan
stoop shouldered
emaciated
bat wings flapping
in a
gentle
cold nights breeze
as if
somebeing
had pushed through them
emerged
out of the alley
turning right
he
ambled
down
the main street
that snaked
between
cold stone buildings
darkened
and
locked
their use
at an
end
waiting
impassively
for
another
beginning of sorts

three
buildings
down
there was
a
drowning trough
outside
a
blood stained
sinderblock
church
where a
shiny moon golden
mare
Satan called
Selene
hung over
the town's church
she
looked at
Satan
as he
approached
relief
in her
big red eclipsed eyes

Selene snorted
softly
as satan
stroked her
hind quarter
causing
the mare
to dip
so he could
mount
his
Selene
who rosed
then
backed up
turned
towards the town’s
exit
and
started to ebb
into the
waste
carrying Satan
asleep
in her
cradle

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