Midnight Pub

Azhdahak I



O night! Thou art darker than any night

and I saw a heart darker than you...

and I screamed at that heart

and I cried on that heart

and I knocked on [the gates of] that heart...

yet the heart had a gate made of steel

and my efforts did naught...

and I saw a whip, hard and long and the hand that held it,

and the hand rose higher and the whip went higher and the whip

coiled and writhed like a serpent...

So there was flesh under the whip

and whip on the flesh...


A new word 'viperliscious' comes to mind - not to mention shades of coincidence with having heard the song "Heart-Shaped Box" for the first time in ages a couple mornings ago on a long drive from grandchildren to home....