Visera the Reaper

Who could have guessed
That a man like me could be obsessed
With the beauty a demon had possessed?

Her assignment was to see me dead
Due to the pain that Lucifer had suffered
From one of my sacred writings he had read.

She came with rage
To drop into my bones a plague.
But when my pure heart swallowed hers,
She dropped the sword and started to reverse,
Wouldn’t have danced at that time
If Lucifer had staged jazz
Or rock n roll in bass,
And only came back to life
When the wind of love blew at her ass.

Here breathes a man whose nature
And heartbeat engulfs mine she cried and ran.
In no dresses at all I pursued,
Not minding if she was a nosferatu or lycan.

When I nearly caught up with her,
She screeched Ah!
And stopped suddenly,
Raging from afar.
I shouted Oh ye who the demons hire,
How beautiful you are!
Shameful, my soul you cannot acquire.

Liar! She barked and coughed out a smoke of fire.
Towards her, I ascended a step higher,
And again she blew fire and made me perspire.
For help I would have wired,
But there was no telephone around, so I retired.
It was only when I regained consciousness
That I found a parchment in my pocket
On which she had written her name,
Visera the Reaper.

Of course I trembled at her dings.
I was so much afraid of her clings. But whenever I remember the dark beauty of her wings,
And how she could expend fire
And the emotional fear she brings, I couldn’t cease to wish she had a Blackberry,
Give me her PIN and see if like our ladies, she pings.

Now, she intrudes my dreams.
As youthful as the month of May she seems;
Even more beautiful than the girls in films.
Oh my God, she must have enchanted me
With her songs and hymns!

One morning my doorbell was put to a buzz,
I was reading a book on epic wars,
I hated people who early in the morning
Would never learn to stay away
From their neighbours’ doors,
So I whizzed down the stairs like a curse,
Opened the door and to my surprise, there she was,
Looking gentle like a nurse,
Prettier than the prettiest of the girls I met in Jos.
My breath had a pause,
I was completely clueless and worse.
But she just jumped over me and started kissing me,
Saying now that you’ve startled a devil,
She has to be yours.

So romantic she was,
I instantly hated all the religious testimonies and laws,
Hell, I even called her my boss.
And she asked me to mount her like a horse;
I obeyed without minding who she was
Or what in hell she does.
I believed she would be a good wife and a nurse,
Giving me pleasure, protection and some fuss.

The devil baits his hooks with beauty.
Plato’s ghost warned me,
But Visera the Reaper appeared
To have faithfully fallen in love with me.
I believe her because she has not taken my soul
Even when she had the chance. Instead, she flew me around like a baby
In the arms of the Angels in France.

I told Plato, you must a liar now;
She does not breathe fire now;
I think i have no reason to perspire now;
Even if my soul she wants to acquire now;
I am indeed ready to retire now. She does not smell of hell,
She’s so beautiful that any clergy would tell.
Her beauty surpasses that of Madonna,
I am ready to get married to her
Even if the ceremony would hold in hell.

I am a beauty of the ancient times
When beauties were still pure she said,
I am a virgin of the present time
Whose strength is original.
I am a dark messenger from the bottomless pit
Whose age cannot be measured,
Yet a fool whose hot and blazing heart
Has been stolen by a mortal;
An enemy, whose writings have angered my lord.

I looked straight into her eyes,
Wanted to see if what she said were lies.
But when I dealt my dice,
Believe me guys;
She was one hundred percent truthful
That even a monk could have waved byes to lies.

If a devil like her could speak nothing but the truths,
I wonder who the most dangerous is
Between her and our youths.
If she could be as pure a virgin as this,
I wonder who is the most modest between her and our ladies.
I am determined!
I will weave her hair and cut her wings;
I will marry her, kiss her and trim her clings.
I bought a Blackberry for her after all,
And guess what, she pings.

What should I do when Satan demands his angel’s return?
A beauty that had come to kill me
But has fallen in love with me;
A beauty of dangerous innocence;
So modest, so trustworthy, so evil and so lovely.
Is there anyone out there willing
To help me hide her in his/her house?
I’d compensate you generously.
After all, what are friends for?

-Lord eBay

…to be continued in PART II.