Sharma Lon Poem by Candice James

© Candice James

I dreamed of a mystical land in lost sea.
As I walked the shoreline of eternity,
Waves danced with sand beneath my bare feet.
The scent of palm trees drifted to meet me
As I took my leave to Sharma Lon.

I rode the high crest of a tsunami wave
Into a well disguised, decadent cave;
Dark, darker, darkest, no turning back,
All light disappeared through a small crevice crack.
Of a sudden the sun, moon, and 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 pulled back a black curtain.
Heaven was lost.Of this, I was certain.
In the corner a dark red Ungodly light shone.

A gun metal boat with a cracked mast was tethered.
To a rock jawed dock, its sails torn and weathered.
A clawed hand grabbed my arm, I was led to her side,
To travel blood's river where chained ghosts abide
Deep inside yon Never-land, Sharma Lon.

The boat moaned and groaned with guttural grind.
Death, rage, destruction began to unwind
In film noire clip resurrected to life,
Reeling with temptation, war, tears and strife;
Innocent faces turned ghostly and wan.

Down the back of my neck, hot fetid breath dripped
Inside a damp fog a dead carcass hung ripped.
A voice spewing danger, warned me as we passed
Of Hell's lake of fire where my soul would be cast
Into endless night with no rumor of dawn.

Screams and moans rose in velocity.
I witnessed atrocity and agony.
A man in chains flayed on a stiletto tree;
Demons, deriding, and mirroring me;
Ghastly, maimed mimics in wild abandon.

A sudden explosion; exposed carnal sin,
In strange madrigal of lost yang and yin.
A tyrant king's sword stabbed a Queen's heart of tin;
Nude boys and naked maids frolicked within,
And lined the bleak alleys of Sharma Lon.

Skeletons once clothed in flesh, hung by bone
On a rusted bell tolling in ear piercing tone.
An Incubus suckling a young demon soul;
Worm squirming out from an 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 sceptre, the Trident of Hell,
Ruling dark kingdoms and bastards pell mell,
In the heart of Hades where light never shone.

Red poison was poured.I was handed the vial.
I forced my eyes closed in hope of denial.
Then suddenly hovering over my head,
A masked ghoul, his trident and blood of the dead.
My skull was to decorate Sharma Lon.

I begged for a reprieve said I'd do anything
And then in one fell swoop a horrendous sting
The sharp gleaming Trident pierced skull, heart and gut.
The harsh pain and agony waking me up.
Beads of sweat, wetting the welcoming dawn.

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,
Forever buried and gone, Sharma Lon.

Forever buried and gone……Sharma Lon.