A poem for my beloved...

I remember the night I was con-

vinced the vampires were coming to

take my beloved from me! I had

been engaged in a fierce duel with

the ancient Zoroastrian demon called

Fahaq, he who owns 10,000 horses

had been assailing me from every

possible direction and I was almost

at my wit's end, my beloved pleaded

with me to just come inside but I

knew I couldn't leave my spot on the

porch, I had already made that mis-

take once before! There in the moon-

light, I called the demon out, I de-

manded that he stop sending his min-

ions and show himself in his true form,

Fahaq was too much of a coward for

a face to face battle so he never ap-

peared, he just kept sending lesser

demons which the great and majestic

Goddess Kālī had no trouble mak-

ing short work of; It was then that

my beloved came out, she couldn't take

any more of my ranting and raving and

I guess she just wanted to get away for

a bit and simply go for a drive, I immed-

iately sensed that it was a vampire trap

and if I let her go she would fall victim

to their merciless means of disposal, I

begged her not to go but it was no use,

she wouldn't listen and as she backed

down the driveway, I could hear Fahaq's

wicked, treacherous laughter, my mind

was sent into an absolute frenzy; I

screamed out for her not to go but then

saw her car take off down the road,

I began weeping uncontrollably and

then threw myself to the ground before

the Shivalingam, with all my heart

and soul, I begged Lord Shiva to

bring my beloved back to me, I pound-

ed my fists on the ground and pleaded

for Him to keep the vampires from get-

ting her, I sobbed and bawled like a

child as I rose to my feet, then, like

a bolt of lightning, Lord Shiva answer-

ed my prayers and I knew exactly what

to do; I grabbed what was left of my

besom and without thinking, swiftly

slammed it down on my altar, smash-

ing the glass table it rested on to bits,

the besom, in turn, split into 3 sep-

erate pieces, still crying, I grabbed two

hunks of what used to be the handle,

one in each hand and made my way back

over to the doorway, I focused my will

for one, final desperate spell and then

screamed with all my might, it was then

that I saw her pulling back into the

driveway; I ran to her car and hugged

her with all my might, still sobbing, I

confessed to her that I had been fight-

ing with this demon for weeks and she

began to tear up, she told me to come

inside and this time, I listened to her!

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