THE LAMENT CONFIGURATION

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Time to play.

 

You find an unusual relic.

A golden puzzle box of unknown origin.

You hold it in both hands.

Turn a corner, turn another and another.

 

You feel the slice of a blade

In the palm of your hand. Drop the box--

Which lifts, changes shape. The puzzle solves itself.

Plays a short tune. The wall splits wide open--and they come--

 

Explorers, from the further edges of experience. Demons to some, angels to others.

 

Enter the Cenobites. Each one

Twisted-looking, ugly, nightmarish.

Summoned by your hands from a place

Nobody wishes to go to:

 

Hell. No entrance gates, no

Towering flames, no lava lake, no Satan.

However, there reigns The Priest.

Servant to Hell. Terror in a black leather robe--

 

What sights we have to show you!

 

Tapestry of pins

Crown his entire

Scarred, chalk-white head--

Promises you pleasures unbound.

 

What awaits ahead stone halls,

Winding paths and walls

Are passageways to new

Means of pain infliction without end.

 

We have eternity to know your flesh!

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W: 10.29.23

[ Inspired by Clive Barker's Hellraiser movie series. ]