The Pact

On his deathly pale face
Etched in red gashes
Are the sins of a million years.

His pallor lights the moonless sky
And spirits awaken with his cry.
He shut his eyes to avoid
Their translucent light
And kneels in fright
Of them his masters.

His thoughts fly back
Of a sudden flutter
To the day when he drank the blood
And swore to be their secret keeper.
Flashes of the fateful day
Hit his consciencelessness.

As yellow light faded into black
And a paler yellow struck,
Three humans dressed in red robes
Transgressed to the realm of evil.
He was but a tool to them.
An eager boy seeking immortality
And transmortal access to bygone souls
All a wonderous adventure then.
They signed their unholy pact all of them.

Ajaat (undead), Kaal (death) and Narak (hell)
Three pronged nether world, they wanted to control.
They bled him out to the last drop which dripped into
The great connecting ocean of the dark.
His sallow skin, stretched onto the hollow bones
And his pupils sunk within to shut the light.
They merely laughed as he drank their blood
Felt it choke and burn him
And killed something within.
For the final exit, he had to swear
Allegience to them three
And lost his soul to them.

A million years pass.
The sins have changed the land
Where rishis (saints) once walked.
The pure nature rituals are now
Torture games of awakening dead
And lurking soulless men
Sucking at happiness and ingesting peace.
A million pieces it has become now.
Magic is gone and cynicism grows.
Waiting for the latency to fill
And this our land, the last one, to merge
Into the dark three neither worlds.

Today he has been summoned
To complete the act.
That he’s promised minion years back
In a blood pact.
The three spirits smile at him
And tell him to bleed again
The darkest blood there is
And submerge the good earth
In its ephemeral surge.
They promise him possession
Of souls at will.

The memories pain him-
He knows pain now.
Every black moment of hell, death and undeath
Implodes in him
As another piece of earth breaks off from the divine order.
A million years of pain.
And now he can bleed it all and fuse into the darkness
Immune to the pain.
But he cant do it one time more
This time he knows the nature of sins
As their secret keeper, has lost his own soul to it.

But he trembles
At their sight.
He will be punished for this one moment
Of hesitation.
The weakened gods will never help, he knows.
Ajaat digs his claws into his chest
As Kaal holds him back.
Narak pulls out the intestines.
The pain sears within.

The furnce suddenly cools
And a cool wind blows.
The spirts take refuge
As a bright yellow light pierces
The canopy.
He has tarried a moment too long.
The moment of the pact has passed.
Spell broken, the blood ocean dries.
And darkness is overcome.

Spirits vanquished.
He sits lonely and awaits his fate.
The Gods only smile
And applaud his moment’s courage.
The tortured rishis rise again
-Fire, water, air, and earth –
Nature asks not for atonement.
Epics speak his name, say his suffering,
Praise his faltering moment
That broke the pact.