The Interview Series Iii: Michael's Interview Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Ofentse Mercy Hajane

South Africa/ Johannesburg/ Krugersdorp/ Munsieville

The Interview Series Iii: Michael's Interview



Hark, who approacheth?

Pray tell,
must I speculate upon the identity of this wingless beast?
Surely, thou hast not traversed along this route to tread upon pebbles.
O, how thy presence reeks of backwardness,
Had it not been for my father's commands, thy fate would have been met with my sword,
not my back.

As for I, call me Michael,
A harbinger of retribution,
Serving as the leader of a unit of the unrepentant.
What worthiest thou art to wander behind the Mount of White?
I surmise that the mind of one with such meagre intellect as thine holds no differentiation to that of a rock.

(Hahahahahahahahaha)

Pardon my, it has been some time since I last laughed so merrily.

O' come, son of men.
Allow me to guide thee away from this path thou treadest
And towards a more pleasant one, even if for but a moment.
Furthermore, the trail I shall lead thee upon extends to the castle of Feast and Life.

I heard rumours that those who deny the Almighty would venture here.
But truthfully,
I did not believe that thou would possess the fortitude to do so,
To be amidst those who can easily disassemble thy frail atoms, reducing them to dust.
I suppose it is a privilege,
although a daft one indeed.

(The apples are ripe. Mind not to indulge thineself on them.
On this world, they come to bear every new moon.)

Holy shines upon thee,
young creature,
Even though thou art deemed inferior,
If thy visit doth hath proven one thing for I,
Is that the Lord of worlds might be as Lucifer hath said.

(Ah, let us enter.)

Pay heed to the quadrapeds on the ramparts,
They rouse whenever a stranger scent traverses the corridors.
Simply walk upon the crimson carpet.
Then, thine path will lead thee to the banquet hall,
Where thou may encounter Gabriel.
She shall escort thee back to thine own realm.
And be mindful of what she may ask of thee.
For, unlike us, she possesses no tolerance for creatures of thy ilk.

Good luck,
dear companion.
Thou shalt certainly... require it.

O.M Hajane

The Interview Series Iii: Michael's Interview
Monday, February 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: christianity,religion,religious,dark,angels
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Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Ofentse Mercy Hajane

South Africa/ Johannesburg/ Krugersdorp/ Munsieville
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