Tales from the Bartender

A Touch of Pain (A tribute to the Marquis De Sade)

Arise Children of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Awaken from your deep slumber,
A banquet has been prepared for you and your offspring,

Shake off the thousand-year dust that covers your bones,
Set fire to the blood that fuels your hunger for the body,
The master awaits your company in his halls of pure fervor,

Who is the host of this feast of the flesh you may ask,
None other than the man, whose sole source of pleasure is pain,
The Marquis De Sade is here to let loose the atrocities of man,

Bring out the candle wax and the cat-o-nine tails,
For they are the masters symbols of power and supremacy,
He shall need them to share his love for decadence and debauchery,

After this night of beautiful madness no virgin shall remain untouched,
No taboo unexplored by the chosen few that will partake in the revelry,
And most of all the body shall be reborn in the blood of the innocent,

The prison of salt that God had imprisoned you in will crumble,
For the new age has cometh and the old ways are dead,
He is the dark messiah that will lead the future of man,

The sky burns, as the hour of the gathering grows ever near,
The angels of the host weep at the sight of the mortal realm,
They shed salty tears that destroy all that they encounter,

The master signals the baptism to begin,
An unholy hymn floods every corner of the room and yet all are silent,
The guest speak not a word for their tongues have rotted away to oblivion,

The living dead, echoes of a past that is buried in the sands of time,
Lovers that once partook in the bliss but now lie in the grounds of the chateau,
Covered in mounds of earth marked by blood red roses,

A look of fear envelops the master’s face and he screams in terror,
The mass of dead victims swarms him and he is drowned in their presence,
My master, my lord, my one true love destroyed by the very things he adored,

I try to wail out of anguish and yet I find myself incapable,
Instead a stranger laughter wells up in me and I cackle,
I smile for I know the master will live on in my heart and in my mind,

This feeling of ecstasy is short lived for my time has also come,
The furies have returned to Hades and they shall hound me no more,
My laughter has been cut short by the sound of the guillotine,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 5:14 AM