ODE TO SIN

this,as probably would be quite evident to the gang was written in the honour of JK's return after a sabbatical..more so,it was meant to impress my trainer at the office so she'd finally agree to a coffee..pity,none of it happened.





ODE TO SIN - Feb. 06, 2006 at 03:54 PMits almost epiphany... seen harley davidson and the marlboro man?... relate to it and u'll get what i mean. sin is returnin to the heathen shores lined with the scum still livin off the pillage and pestilence of his last invasion.the dark lord had retreated with his minions to his terminal abyss, finally almost accepting defeat ... but hey... the key word is almost. he was regrouping and waiting to find himself, the sole survivor of the massacre of his kind. his council of lust,greed and gluttony had been all but eradicated.he stood alone, hunchbacked,facing the whiplashes of time, savouring the flow of bloodkeeping him away and safe from the scabs of decadence. his fortress of solitude rose again from its phoenician ashes.. stone by stone.. pillar by pillar.. until the tower steeple was tall enough to rip thru a passing by hawk's eye.the commonfolk , if they ever saw him would laugh at him, kick him, spit on him.. but to time, it was evident that hatred.. his lifeblood was rising to alarming levels inside him, waiting, refining itself to such a huge mass of constricted venom that'd make a black mamba scowl.the attack on the utterly stupid and senseless species of goodness and humanity was being strategised and planned with an alacrity possibly matched by lucifer himself.. if ever. time had given up on him, hell shook a thousand times over at the mere mention of his name and then, the commonfolk began to understand the consequences of their actions. only one dark knight of his army of millions remained.a prisoner of war, he waited, day and night for the return of his lord, for the fervour of his belief to be rejuvenated. a thousand mutilations on his war scarred body could not alter his loyalty. he denounced the rule of the so called good, his screams of pain and anguish making each stone of the dungeon reverberate with fear. he could sense the reawakening.. the stench and the filth around him could not deter his senses. the wounds gouged out on his body over and over again bore testimony to his fanatical faith in his lord, and more so. in his plundering return. the gates of sin's fortress finally open, grating on the rusty clockwork, crushing the moldy outgrowth on it, after a struggling eon of stunted growth.the drawbridge falls across the dried up moat. the weather sours all around as he canters out on his armoured steed.the steed, as blue as death, steps forward.. rises on its hinds and roars into the dusk... its breath reeking of cold death and seeting with vengeance. his dark knight feels the gallop a thousand leagues away and bellows out in the ecstasy of his impendfing freedom.the wounds open again and the searing pain numbs him to everything else. he pulls at the myriad chains that bind him to the ground and thru blood and flesh and the sweat mingled with it, breaks each one of them,blissfully unaware of the bones breaking in the process.. and reaches for his sword. with war weathered precision, he slit all the guards, loving the welcome spray of blood from someone's guts other than his own. he goes to the top of the towerand gazes at the sun, getting ready for a sabbatical behind the clouds. darkness falls and frost lines every heathen inch of the ground.sin arrives and with each approaching sound of a hoof on the dead grass... the world and the netherworlds tremble... he dismounts and his knight bows to him and howls into the long , ominous approaching night .... SIN LIVETH...