Once He lived, walked in blood,
With a beauty sheer that gave hearts lovely, thuds.
He lived through the fall of time lost long,
Remembered now, in only daunting stories ans songs.
Of old do legends nod,
His sheen they reckoned as though Antinous The God.
Forged now and again his perilous story,
Ceases to mark one specific commencement of his life gory.
On this realm of life and bliss,
He came but with just one thing amiss.
In a most palatial, regal, majestic kin of old,
Birthed was he, caressed with love yet cold.
An heir to an English peerage,
He streaked black the regalia of his lineage.
A scholar profound, a musician of abilities sheer,
With massive talents was he birthed yet consumed him a Fear.
The fear;
Here and ever he came to sense,
And so did his gruesome life commence.
He was but born with a curse,
The thing 'amiss' was one herculean to reimburse.
With many bright talents and potentials sheen,
He was doomed with It ; a doom forbidden and unforeseen
Here his winsome fear lured eyes,
And there then, at the back of the head, were another pair of eyes.
This was It, the Thing 'Amiss', 'The Curse' vile,
One face in front, one at the back; he'd Two Faces agile.
Legends wager he called It his 'Devil Twin',
For It was twisted, heinous, cynical as though a black sin,
Never did It utter a word of abhorrence,
Though brimmed Edward's intellect with loathing dense.
Never did It consume a morsel ever,
Save only devouring on thoughts beautiful; It ceased never.
It took and yapped His soul over and rejoiced within,
It was one devil despicable thing ; His Devil Twin.
That hideous face "sneered as he wept",
Brimming with darkness Edward's brain, It long slept.
He took to seclusion due to his pain and peril within,
Ever on in strength and darkness prospered his Invidious Twin.
He grovelled physicians venerable for the curse to be ravaged,
Even if He shall die He must to destroy the evil savage.
At the spectators, "the lips would gibber without ceasing",
All the dark thoughts, curses and swears It found appeasing.
There Edward, succumbed to the sins of his forefathere of old,
For fiend was this formidable fortune to bear with a heart cold.
He was fed to the "dreadful temptations" and black visions,
And thence He took the final decision.
Some legends surmise He consumed poison lethal,
Some that He shot The Twin with a bullet fatal.
Ever an enigma His death's mystery,
Yet drifts and lingers forgotten in history.
And so His remains lay in a glen or maybe a desolate land?
For the devilry that He bore is somewhere Unmarked* in the sand.
With many such tormented souls and beings,
His Devil Twin perished yet kept fleeing and loitering.
Might be that He still somewhere does lurk,
With His Allies of Darkness and death, out in the mirk.
And so he haunts haunts on Halloween,
He walks around still with a troop macabre unseen.
His days might yet be long forgotten; The memory is afresh and new,
His enigma is daunting and unravelled by few.
Might be that he be seeking an Ally New?
Though we reckon the Unusual as rather Impossible sights,
Yet it's but a delusion to pacify our gloomy nights.
By Kartik ChauhanBased on the legend of Edward Mordrake
*He was buried with no stone or legend to mark his grave. It was as he wished.
The italics symbolize Edward's words or the Devil Face. 'It' refers to the Devil Face and 'He' has been used for Edward.