Daemon at the gate

For Julius A. howell

Antimatter Contained beneath polished surface.

You-stand before me  beckoning ,incarnate despair.

Hate like tar at your centre.

Desire beyond lust, seek to destroy and possess.

Immaculate Evil, where roads of magnificence and repugnance meet.

Complete vacuum and yet a breathing ,thinking mirror image of life.

Come to me seeking what ?

There is nothing I can give you .





© 2007 Alexandra