“The Nightside Prince” [Poem]

Expanding on his previous work, “Hymn to The Nightside Queen,” Michael Wilson presents his new poem, “The Nightside Prince.” It brings you into the world of The Nightside Prince, The Nightside Queen and their bold, twisted reign. The Nightside Prince happily wreaks havoc, maintaining a firm grasp on his power and a relationship with darker forces. Prepare to learn more about their nefarious and perilous dedication.

Be thou regaled
with a tale torrid
of somber scenes
and lucid dreams
and succubite, vulgar themes.

When he felt immoral,
a passive genuflect,
he so begged
with passion’s chains
for the goddess’ maven.

There now behold,
in misty plume of smoke,
a vile mistress of the Damned
’posto with her pride.

The ’rousing devil-bride
caused Heav’n thence to cry
for then did she sayeth
in her haughty Vestal voice
that she come from Hell-so-cold;
a sinner’s twisted paradise.

He then she approached
naked as a babe.
With libertine malice-stride,
knelt before the candles dimmed,
licked her lips with Cheshire grin,
whereupon she kissed him wet.

She sought to reach,
beguile, and teach
the fairest finest
occult means.

“The Nightside Prince” [Poem], AI-generated photo by Lance Marwood

Finally this lowly man,
in a voice so demon-damned
with obsidian eyes austere–
this hell-maiden he now revered–
burst forth with vicious, vile verse!

Henceforth he then beheld
skies so dark, ’twas Luna’s shroud.
Then the tempest gale came;
brutal, baleful, hateful rain.

Beset the warlock was–
harlot by his side–
continuing his craft so black.
Assurance then he did not lack.

He sought to rule
with this arcane tool.
Befoul and beguile tides,
towers, and the lightning-skies.

Hanged then was his pain
(power in his palm).
Chaos he did happ’ly wreak
as he summoned up the dead
the dread, the squalid, sombre masses.

From his lowly lust–
his existential dust–
his place of no consequence,
he hence now raptured affluence.

Demigod was he,
warlock of the Damned.
His Lillith-bride satisfied
every vile Venus-sin.

Thence came forth the Nightside Prince
whose sold innocence bought demonic gifts.

By graces sardonic, Hell-sent and cthonic,
his liege is The Nightside Queen.
Their twisted kingdom, nightmarish and bold,
shall thus rule all for aeons untold.