by Marshall Chisholm

Created on: April 27, 2009

Land of the Twilight

Part one: Journey

Come with me into a land of no wind

A torrential plain that echoes of lost thought

Where placid dreams become burning desires.

Where children play amidst green and blue fires

Come let me show you a haven from sin

For those who have nihilistically their faith forgot

Come with me into twilight where bonhomie remains sealed beneath sordid glass

I'll show you a realm of rapture never spoken of in the mass

I'll take you back to the lands

Where mortal yearnings are born

A land where destiny's shifts rests in your hands

I'll guide you there

A land of betwixt and between where all wayfarers end

A land where fanatics fidn their heaven amidst a never ending storm

Audacious jihads and auguries of destruction be their lullaby for rebirth

In this land you find yourself fantastically reborn

Arisen anew as the picaresque varonis you gave worth

A land of endless shadows

A place where the sun hides

Chase down the daylight to find your way

The crucible awaits

Sand covered flowers then roast into glassy knights

Statues crumble under the granduer of a forgotten child's dream's might

Skies stained in fantasy

Above the sublime plains of eternity

The key to the blissful abyss rests in your hands

I'll guide you there

The boat waits eagerly just past the envious dunes

Chose the sail of your liking to carry you away

We'll set off to the shroes where euphoric ignorance blooms

The land where the setting sun and shadows play

Where the sweet abyss calls lovingly

I'll take you hand in hand away from pain

Let go of it all; cast away the meaning of today

Follow me, follow me, follow me

Let me ease your fears

In my left hand i hold forgetfulness

In my right hand i hold ecstasy

My embrace will cease your agonizing tears

Come with me, come with me, come with me

Walk across the raging ocean and find the land of dignity and mistique

Past the burning lake and dancing phantoms of deceit

Together we'll enter through the shroud you sought...

Welcome to the land of naught

(this poem is a layer upon another layer. beneath the surface meanings of the texts lies a truth. This is part one of a 3 part peom called "The Land of the Twilight". In this first part, the speaker is satan, and he is trying to convince a mortal to follow him to hell. The words he speaks are not outright lies, rather severely twisted interpretations of what hell is. Every line in this poem has an alternate meaning that if you are truly interesting in knowing you can message me for the translations. However, see if you can deduce them for yourself at first and understand the method of twisting)

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