My New Face of Evil
by M.J. Hewitt

Surrounded by a tight circle of holiness, I frothed and flipped around on the cool marble floor, the priests they chanted incantations at me, attempting to release me from the grip of the devil, but in reply to their nauseous prayers I spat out rivulets of black spiders, of which each one was shrouded in its own glorious robe of fire, on impact of my fire-ridden friends the stupid naïve priests robes of purity burst into raging licking flames, and the priests they then began to whirl and twirl around me, yelping now in distress and fear all prayers now forgotten as the hungry fire fed upon their flesh, eroding them and sending their spirits wailing up toward the sullen looking skies.

Fire still poured forth from my gaping mouth, chasing the priest's tired spirits far, far away from me.

And when all was still again, and quiet, I gently crawled back into the darkness, where I began to tare at my flesh, for now it was time to unveil what beast really lived within me, I tore chunks from my face, for I was throthing with anticipation of this unveiling. Eventually after much digging and tearing away of my masque of flesh my real face peered out. Squinting into the gloom I scuttled over to a pool of water and I stared with joy at the reflection of my new beautiful face.the face I had for years longed to stare upon, the face of my dreams, for the face that I now looked upon was a face of a rare, pure beauty, a face of clear crystal of which gorgeous flashing colours emanated, streaks of colours which flashed around inside my new face, and within these colours creatures of darkness, spiders and serpents thrashed about as if whipped up within some sort of dark hurricane,I could also see the faces of many screaming humans, as the dark beasts fed upon their living bodies,and their blood spurted from within them and splashed and ran in gorgeous crimson streaks all down the insides of my new beautiful face.But the most heart rending gift of all from my dark father, were the images of the slain pitiful priests who wailed and pleaded from within my dark self to be released from my new beautiful face ,with this site I collapsed to my knees in praise of the dark one,and I began to weep joyous bloody tears ,the blood of the ongoing carnage which by the second was being unveiled from within my new dark gorgeous face. "Thank you oh dark one, thank you, for this is the most wonderful gift that I could ever have received."

About the Author:
Born in 1968, Matthew.J.Hewitt is one of the much acclaimed cemetery poets, and is spoken of in the press as the new king of British dark poetry. Hewitt has been published all over the world in unpaid, and paid markets. He has a growing multitude of adoring fans of his brand of dark poetry and short fiction. One of Hewitt’s poems is to appear alongside a Simon Clark piece called "the derelict of death," due to be published shortly, which will be available from good book dealers in Great Britain and in America. Hewitt has been published all over the world in unpaid, and paid markets. Hewitt also writes under the name of Arthur.J.Starr who is also receiving much critical acclaim for his brand of dark horror. Visit his home page at Authors Den. His email is thepoet@tiscali.co.uk.