I dreamt of Lucifer hidden behind a red door,
In the garden.
There, flowers bloomed beautifully as he spoke,
To me
From behind the door.
A soft voice, a pleasant voice, the voice of a man
you would expect to come
from a shaded door
amidst the beautiful flowers
in a garden.
Never did I see his face, just a voice, deep and calm.
The sun was bright on a bright beautiful day,
In the garden.
The door was red in the shade of an arcing terrace,
full of vines and green leaves.
I walked through the garden,
the flowers,
the cabbages,
the onions and then…
The terraces.
As I approached closer, I felt with my tongue,
my teeth.
It felt like it started to strangely itch as I approached,
The door,
in the garden.
The voice beckoned me to listen and told me how,
He planned,
how to destroy,
All of man.
In the garden He planned it long, long ago.
And then…right then, my molar popped out.
Rattled on the floorboards,
A rattling sound,
like piece of broken glass.
The voice from the door many truths I did not want to hear,
For that was his power, you know, to use the truth,
At a time that best suits him the most.
Otherwise than that its been lies, lies, lies.
As he spoke my teeth all started to fall out one by one,
Hitting the floorboards by the door,
in the garden.
So many teeth! I didn't know I had so many teeth!
They fell like a torrent of rain,
Like I cast a cup full dice…a thousand dice!
They rattled.
I was scared and began to walk…no run…
No, I walked,
But he didn't want me to go,
even though,
I had no teeth left.
He said the very thing that is the truth,
A very simple thing,
A true thing.
He feared us.
I stopped in my tracks when I heard his voice,
I turned around in the silence,
I walked through the cabbages and the onions,
the flowers bright and beautiful,
the terraces green with leaves and vines.
I walked back to the door of red, in the shade of the day.
With no teeth left in my head,
But I returned to continue the conversation,
There,
With no chair,
To speak with Lucifer,
From a door,
In the garden.