Bahri’l Nar – The Fire Lakes - Part II

بحر النار    
Sea of fire[/font]  
   
   
   
A collaboration: Alexander Case and Atakti  
   
   
   
   
The demon child devoured by vines, savage  
jungle birthed, an etched bloodline viral  
through the cracked mud of her naked  
curse. Creeping scarabs click past,    
dragging his dynasty into mortal sin.  
   
The moon bleeds in pools of rotting leaves,  
pleas for mercy abandoned in her pores.  
In mute call, low thrumming hums command  
the summons trapped in her grasp, a gasp away    
from terror. Parasites roam and feed on poison flesh.  
   
Blazing hair swats the last thought, dogma cycle  
born to live, die and re-live, the soul haunts, haunted.  
Soaring in the eye of her fire storm, wings descend    
from the screeching mist, the death owl courted  
for the witch’s trinket, the Talisman of the Ruins.  
   
His ragged reign burdened by the feral goddess  
al Sada insatiable, lethal ally and untouchable doom.  
The beating wings of the apocalyptic hunter  
taunt his legs to flight. Flames twist in whirlwinds  
beneath a burning cross. Exploding, injecting flames  
   
in the updraft catapult the hunter into the sky.  
He hears the pounding heart of the death drum  
hope of rahma destroyed, in a rain of ash.  
Entombed with the fallen king, the bones bared  
offer the blade to slay his captor.  
   
Unholy rains, his mind awash in wrath, rowh  
spirit lost. Al Sada dives for her prey, as he unlocks  
his past, the reign of an undead king, overthrowing  
an eternity. Armed with ancient saif, the twist of steel slashes,  
clawed talons pierce, rip flesh, furious shrieks encircle.  
   
The king’s strike does not falter, the lost sword of the fire  
lake tomb draws an infinite line across the demon’s throat.    
The acid blood devours the etched blade of the titan  
in a plume of rust. He refuses defeat, blood-choked, ribs  
crushed persistence, but fear badgers memories of her demise.  
   
She is struck by the tarnished blade as before —  
Mafih ila 'l mot —  
The enemy falls at his thrust, now he is death, endless    
cry of the death owl. They fall from unclenched talons  
into the depths of the fire lakes.  
   
   
   
   
   
   
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al Sada – death owl  
rahma – mercy  
rowh – soul  
saif – sword  
Mafih ila 'l mot – There is nothing but death  
   
   
   
 Part I: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/139071-the-fire-lakes---part-i/