Oblivion— And the Tiamat [Sonnet of the Tiamat]

Dennis L. Siluk


Her mouth sunken with undying black blood—
The same, King Belphegor in Hell sips.
Silent—at night—about the halls of Sheol,
Unnoticed, she walks dribbling the cursed blood;
The Tiamat has found her pacing-place, divine
Where she sneers in jest, at Belphegor's whims.
O Hades and your relentless cryptic sides!
The fallen demigod has mockery eyes!


Ah! I hear her echoes from walls of stone
From pre-history—, to dawn's eternal—.
She bellows—from Arch kingdoms, far below.
As I stand here in wonderment and stare
A sad gaze; who feels his soul eternal
I hear her blind echoes, echoes, echoes… !

2005