Nepenthe

March 30, 2015

Washed upon this Plutonian shore; was I,

cast away to roam the bowels of this vast dark tomb,

where curdling screams pierce the ebony veil of Satan's lair,

and acrid smoke both ominous and inviting fills my nose.

Here where I'm doomed, and even God himself turns his face,

to HIM I raise a toast; a goblet filled with every tear I've shed,

I tip the bittersweet liquid to my parched mouth,

quenching an aching burning thirst from deep within.

"Nepenthe! Nepenthe!" I mockingly exclaim,

I fall to my knees, hysterics rocking my unstable frame,

I pitch myself forward in mock reverence,

"Almighty One! Come purge me of my sin."

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