Sharma Lon

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I dreamed of a mystical land in a lost sea.
As I walked the shoreline of eternity,
Waves danced with sand beneath my bare feet.
The aroma of palm trees drifting to meet me
As I took my leave to Sharma Lon.
I rode the high crest of descending wave
Into well disguised, endless, decadent cave;
Dark, darker, darkest; no turning back;
Dim light in the distance through crevice did crack.
Of a sudden the sun, moon, the stars were gone.

Nearing the crevice I saw it expand.
I thought for a moment I’d glimpsed God’s hand,
Then a yellow clawed talon parted black curtain.
Heaven was lost. Of this, I was certain.
In the corner, a red Ungodly light shone.
Dark gunmetal boat with cracked mast was tethered.
To rock-jawed dock, grey sails torn and feathered.
Arm clutched by iron claw, I was led to her side,
To travel blood’s river where chained ghosts abide
Deep inside yon Neverland, Sharma Lon.

Down the back of my neck, hot fetid breath dripped
Rancid fog from dead carcass cut open, ripped.
A voice spewing danger, warned us as we passed
Of Hell’s lake of fire where my soul would be cast
Into eternal night with no rumor of dawn.
The screams and moans rose in velocity.
I witnessed each agony and atrocity.
A prisoner in chains, tied to a bloodied tree;
Demons, deriding, chiding, mirroring me;
Ghastly, maimed mimics in wild abandon.

Sudden explosion; adultered carnal sin,
Strange familiar fixed gaze of lost yang and yin.
Tyrant king’s sword stabbing Queen’s heart of tin;
Naked maids, nude boys without and within,
Lining the bleak alleys of Sharma Lon.
The boat moaned and groaned with guttural grind.
Death, rage, destruction began to unwind
In film noir clip resurrected to life,
Witnessing the temptation, war, fall, and strife;
Once rosy cheeks now turned ghostly and wan.

Skeletons once clothed in flesh hung by bone
On rusted bell tolling in ear-piercing tone.
Incubus suckling a young demon soul;
Worm squirming out from crushed eye socket hole;
No angels dared enter feared Sharma Lon.
A red demon devil with black charcoal eyes,
From Lucifer’s fiery pit, began to rise.
Spectre with scepter, the Trident of Hell,
Ruling rotted kingdom and bastards pell-mell,
In the heart of Hades where light never shone.

The poison was poured. I was handed the vial.
I forced my eyes closed in hope of denial.
Then suddenly hovering harsh over my head,
Masked ghoul, double-edged ax echoing the dead.
My skull was to decorate Sharma Lon.
I smelled flesh burning in cloyed acrid stench.
Snakes writhing through bodies emerged from damp trench.
The sharp Trident pierced skull, heart, and gut.
Harsh screams of pain’s agony woke me up.
Beads of sweat, nausea still linger on.

In the arms of the angels, alive and awake,
I ride on their wings and feel heaven shake.
The mystical nightmare I dreamed of is gone;
Swallowed up inside an angel’s yawn,
Dead and buried forever now, Sharma Lon.

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