Thursday, December 29, 2005

..the longer the journey seems to be...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you…

Knowing others is wisdom, knowing yourself is Enlightenment.”
Lao Tzu
“The One True Master tasketh not a soul beyond its scope. For it (is only) that which it hath earned, and against it (only) that which it hath deserved. Our Lord! Condemn us not if we forget, or miss the mark! Our Lord! Lay not on us such a burden as thou didst lay on those before us! Our Lord! Impose not on us that which we have not the strength to bear! Pardon us, absolve us and have mercy on us, Thou, our Protector, and give us victory over the disbelieving folk.”
02:286 – Book of Bovis: Scripture of Truths

“Those who avoid enormities of sin and abominations, save the unwilled offences - (for them) lo! thy Lord is of vast mercy. He is Best Aware of you (from the time) when He created you from the earth, and when ye were hidden in the bellies of your mothers. Therefore ascribe not purity unto yourselves. He is Best Aware of him who wardeth off (evil).”
53:32 – Book of Astrum: Scripture of Truths

The Demon sat with and arm resting on a folded leg. His eyes reach the horizon, and oddly, beyond. The view from this lowest peak of Perspicientia brings lots of serenity and calmness to the troubled heart – making every thorn and promontory that lacerates the rotting flesh within worth while. Making every drop of colorless blood that seep unseeingly seemed to have value – a value that can only be bartered with the coins of haven.

The journey is still long for the Glorified Child of Agnus, but, for this leg of the path from the kingdom of Aetas to the kingdom of Naturae, the Demon need to rest. He needs to sip the bitter wine of Meastitia, eat the cankering meat of Peccarae.

The journey is still long for the Demon, but the travel has so far sipped much of his Magnanimitas…


‘Twas the Day of the Sun, 18th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus.

The Demon lay inanimately on the floor of his Cave of Adumbration save for the the motion of his pain laden chest – struggling for a breath of haven. Colorless blood gushing from the mortiferous laceration caused by Cupid’s arrow. What was once intended as a sweet scratch of amity has turned to enmity.

Shades of light slowly turns to shadows…

The Demon can only wonder if he could ever again see the shimmering cape of Apollo nurturing the roses of Aetas or the beauty of Diana soothing the crying children of Gaia in the absence of Apollo.

Then darkness takes the throne of light from the Demon’s eyes…


Twas the time where the shadow has long past the pole,
Day of the Mundane, 19th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus

The Demon opened his hollowed eyes. The light that once sooths now seemed to sear. With what might he has left, he tries to pull his weak carcass up. Yes, he is left as a living carcass by the wounds caused by the enchanted war due to cupid’s error in judgement. The deathtifying mantras and chants of the Princess have chase the unseen binders of the Demon’s diminishing soul.

With a weak grip on his broken sword of faith, he walks staggeringly. He knows not where to head nor where to stop. Colorless blood still streaming down from his wounds. He calls for the Regents and the Mamak Bendahara and the Jester and the the King but none heeded his calls. They were not to blame. The Charm of Anti Tristia embeded in his temple prevents them form hearing him.

He could only continue to walk staggeringly to the unknown pathways made by the One True Master…


Day of the Terrible, 20th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus

The Glorified Child of Agnus continues to stagger. He is growing weaker and weaker. The vultures of apostasy hover eagerly above his head. Fear seeps into the Demon’s heart.

Fear that has long been forgotten…


Day of the Weakening, 21st dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus

“Elphay Emay! Elphay Emay! Elphay…emay…” the Demon cries weakly “My liege! Vouchsafe unto me steadfastness and make me die as men who have surrendered unto Thee…”


Twas the time when Apollo and Diana dance,
Days of the Diminution and Ecclesiastical,
22nd - 23rd dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus

In his weakened state he kneeled. With one trembling hand gripping hard on the holder of his broken Sword of Broken Faith and the other trying to stop the blood streaming slowly down to his feet, head bowed in total surrender, the Demon prayed…

“O One True Master!
Thou knowest that which I keep secret
that which I disclose,
Grant me Thy pardon,
Thou knowest that which is in my breast;
forgive me my sins.”

“O One True Master!
I seek from Thee a faith that will saturate my heart,
True conviction that will make me realize,
that naught can befall me except what Thou hast decreed for me,
contentment in whatever Thou hast given me.
Thou art my patron in this world and the Hereafter.
Allow me to die among the righteous.”

“O One True Master!
Let not any of my worries undispelled,
Let all my tasks be made easy,
my mind relieved,
my heart illuminated.”

“Thee do I serve, and Thine aid I seek,
Shine me the straight path,
The way of those on whom Thou hast bestowed Thy Grace,
those whose (portion) is not wrath,
and who go not astray”


Day of the Blithed, 24th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus.

‘Tis the day where the Demon reached the foot of Perspicientia, unintended and unplanned but with much gratefulness. With much hardship he climbs the jagged walls of the Perspicientia. His strength allows him to the lowest summit.

Serenity and calmness once more came into his sordid existence…

The journey is still long for the Glorified Child of Agnus, but, for this leg of the path from the kingdom of Aetas to the kingdom of Naturae, the Demon need to rest. He needs to sip the bitter wine of Meastitia, eat the cankering meat of Peccarae.

‘Twas time when serenity and calmness once more visits the troubled brimstone citadel of the Demon’s heart to this day, the Day of Diminution, 29th dawn of Acca Larentia year of the Pullus Ligneus.

‘Tis the tale of the Demon.





3 comments:

Fara said...

Sir Demon,
Have a blessed journey ahead!

Happy new year

Anonymous said...

Happy new year demonsinme!

I still have yet to understand the meaning behind these literary fiction. ^-^"

demonsinme said...

lil' miza,

these are fictional truths, made out of truth but reads out as fictions...