Doctor Faustus Did Warn me that Night!
I signed the
contract yes, that night!
Doctor Faustus
warned me not to,
the knowledge, the
sham, the imperative fame,
all will perish,
said he, “What did you deal for?”
He had asked,
“But, love of course!” I told.
It’s a dreamy
realm you are stepping into,
bogus turns fancy,
sham turns whim,
soon the music
will fade away, you’ll hear,
your wailing, feel
the smell of your burning heart,
it’s in the
eleventh hour, he told, you will seek,
redemption, but
too late then it shall be!
Soon he was
ripped, his soul taken by carriers of hell.
‘Homofuge’ the
letters burnt on his arms I saw,
his eyes were
teary, seeing another innocent soul,
already trapped in
the circle of the ominous contracts,
yes, he seemed
worried, “Woman you must hurry,
ask for it to be
returned, your soul, for it’ll be taken.”
His eyes had
socketed out and melted like wax,
in terror, the
wise Doctor, I had his hand in mine,
crying my silent tears,
didn’t get the chance to explain,
my story was
different, whilst I saw,
the chariot of
Mephastophilis waited on the verge of earth,
but he wondered
why it all didn’t scare me,
conjuring of the
Helen of Troy, his retribution,
all happened in
front of my eyes, during this bedlam,
he wondered why was
I not afraid of the Mephastophilis,
I could only utter
these words silently into his ears,
“Hell is empty, and
all the devils are here,” he smirked in the last second,
he was at ease now,
knowing no harm could befall upon me,
behind me, he saw
that man standing, another fallen angel,
from another time,
he understood my contract was not from the hell,
from the earth
where few of the devils roamed as men,
one had taken me; another
hell was not needed for my soul,
I kept standing in
silence, in the eleventh hour mourning Doctor Faustus’s tragic end…
Poem by Monalisa Joshi
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