Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Poem - Horror Scope

David Robinson
(October 2001)

Twelve liars overlay the night sky
Not really existing
Put there by wreckers - native of a dark shore
Beckoning, with many lanterns, trusting and well meaning vessels
Onto coastal teeth

Mascots of the demons, to make lives cold
A house of cards, all fold, all grow old
No such thing as luck, but deception takes hold
Zeroing the naive, life becomes mould
Scam of a ’secret knowledge’, sold
A chart - mapping death, for a soul untold

The Greek tragedy
The Roman ruin

To perpetuate the lost by diversions
Create a satanic caste-system by subversions

The true stars of Heaven, prophecy of their King
The true bodies of Heaven, for the Lord, they spin
The true lighthouse gives a warning of ripping rock
The true lifeboat rescues those whom regret not taking stock

Note: See Acts 19:18-20
"Many of those who believed now came and openly confessed their evil deeds. A number who had practised sorcery brought their scrolls together and burned them publicly. When they calculated the value of the scrolls, the total came to fifty thousand drachmas. In this way the word of the Lord spread widely and grew in power."