Vulgar words in Betelguese - A Trip Through Hell (Page 1)
This book at a glance
|
~ ~ ~ Sentence 55 ~ ~ ~
Blood-curdling monsters on a rope That sate upon the damn'd one's camps As hell-winds gleam most glorious-- Each Vandal's music day or night!
~ ~ ~ Sentence 72 ~ ~ ~
When giant uncus' of the damn'd Shake Palsy's wand of brooding Fear, And Hecate spins her daughters round The whirling halls of spastic gloom; When afreets prance on blister'd sand As blood-shot jazels deck each peer, Each empire froths a raving hound That storms each zone of purple doom.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 87 ~ ~ ~
When Soldans clasp dank Vellum old, And carcants shine like scarlet foam, With hiss of snakes and burning oils As dirges sway both imps and damn'd, A beacon's light that cleft Doom's fold, Peers at the Cyclopean home Of furnace-heat and writhing coils Of immewed depths as cyphers red Proclaim each gyving monster's deed.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 93 ~ ~ ~
Vile squats curse roaring pools inflame, A swarthy gump leers at the damn'd, A sultry storm invades each realm.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 110 ~ ~ ~
Where syrt sucks jargling javels mad, And carcants cast a luring light From mildewed screes and mounts that scyle Veiled augueries of battling Hell, A charnel shard assails the damn'd Thro' vapours green and siffling night; Monastic caverns rasp each isle; A poisoned skink croaks from a well.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 111 ~ ~ ~
And mournful wraiths sob hard and loud, A smotheréd sigh proclaims more woe, The lounging imps grasp tomes of old And rant therefrom each damn'd one's name.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 193 ~ ~ ~
Now one and all damn'd on this shoal Yuck addling brains and shriek with fear, Now all shrink at Hell's laughing seers As Remorse storms the ughly night.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 218 ~ ~ ~
Within the cathedral vaults of gloom, The gorgeous pomp of the flayed, In banded gold and marble flesh, Speak of auguries to the damn'd, Till, when censers' lights flare and bloom, And shapes of men are laid arrayed In gomes of steel, we tred the mesh And grandeur of a conjured stand, Where coral wreathes each hussy's brow, Whose broken arms portray hell's lust, Of whistling winzes, syrt and domes That gleaming broths in anger wrought, 'Mid hiss of snakes and oils.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 229 ~ ~ ~
We hurl a curse and damn the hordes That call each monster horrible.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 235 ~ ~ ~
And now we watch a maiden flee, Past seas and ice-mounts oriflammed With crystal diamonds red and bright, Where Persephonê hath breathed a jem, And frozen jazels that we see, Alife with lusts of curst and damn'd, Tho' windblown, thro' the moonless night, She wanders with her anadem On golden hair; nor doth she haste When scarlet eyes peer thro' the snow, But cavernéd mouths of grottoes black, And storm-swept flight of dragons bold, She passes as she treads the waste, Off to the haunts of ghoullish show, Where fires writhe and whispers track Her wake unto the peaks of cold, Above whose tower'd dome she sees The tombs of father, mother, all; Ay, now weeps she as the head-stones Letter large, her unburied kin.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 256 ~ ~ ~
The phosphorescent fungus-lights Are traitors' lamps that sorrows hide; The foam-sprayed beaches that we see, Are treasure-houses for the damn'd.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 259 ~ ~ ~
Now Sorrow that the Dooms crown'd King, Flees from the mouth of pools inflame, Whilst Lords in robes of scarlet hue, Add to the damn'd, malignant show; Pellicles that all eyes did sting In Vengeance's law that none could tame, Flees whence two lights of dreaming blue Cleave dome-thrown shadows dress'd in woe.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 260 ~ ~ ~
A Thaumaturgist, cursed and damn'd, Raps skulls from which a venom pours, And shakes his fists where opals burn, Whence figgum that his hands control Is charged with life; and on the sand Two witches sate their thirst in gores, Flit Fancy's wings unto a urn, (Within whose tomb there writhes a soul) And with Courage that Dawn hath bred In rivers, to whispers of the night, As wracks are dyed a crimson red, Feasts upon Doom's abhorrent shape, That fires bright, toss to each bed, And flees to realms where shadows light; Whilst Thought, in horror of the dead, Wings in mourning veils, dark as crepe, And feasts on afterglow of Trust, On cauldrons tossed to crafty Death That froths dank pomp and guidons bright, Unto a height, where falt'ring eyes, Betrayed by crystals numb in dust, Gasps at the sight with startled breath As vapours green, war with the light, Faint as the sunset's golden dyes.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 272 ~ ~ ~
Unconqueréd ghouls Who laugh and leer at demon howls, Make signs unto the hell-lashed foam-- Japes that the damn'd fear in each knell!
~ ~ ~ Sentence 278 ~ ~ ~
Arcadia, its pleasing name, An Eden where the damn'd drink wine, Where rich fêtes greet each varlet's eye, Each gyving hound whom Fates have doomed: Each scyphus veils a burning flame; A blood-stone from each dome doth shine On poisons that in goblets lie, Bred by sorcerers, cursed and tombed.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 318 ~ ~ ~
Then pageantries fade in the gloom: 'Mid Cyclopean storms unstunned Dank treasure-houses spill their quest And march with thunder from far West; Whilst lightning flashes skirr the noon, Giant moans ascend from shoals unsunned, The turf, Tartarus' coals of rest-- Helots to the haunts of Sin's crest-- Whereon jimp jinn ride to hell's mouth, The silence stir with oaths of might; Vile dragons roar at a zimb's sting; A swarthy gump leers at the damn'd: All soom to mountains of the South Where sultry winds war with the light, And zanies' voices rise to sing, Hosannah to the idol's stand, Where azure-censers' fumes enhance The pomps, adverse to Sorrow's home.
~ ~ ~ Sentence 346 ~ ~ ~
A blood-shot minx hunts for a man; In stys and broken pyxs she peers For him who ruined her honour, soul; A harlot doomed in clinging coils That now her longings curse and damn, Squats on a skull and pulls her ears: Or, just when she finds her life-goal,-- A cow'ring cur hid from the sight Beneath a putrid mount of bone, And tombs grow dank as rising sun Makes red each dragon in the West, She splits his heart and rasps with might, A curse that rides the surging foam, A message that this dastard son Dies longing for a fatal quest-- Surcease of soul and conscience lost!
~ ~ ~ Sentence 371 ~ ~ ~
Ten thousand years was Doom crown'd King; Sporadic prayers each gnarl'd one lisped; Despotic sway all subjects curs'd When Hell was new and Earth unborn: Now souls of man in torture sing, Each Idol's glyph by damn'd one's kiss'd.