Written for the "historical poetry" assignment in my high school creative writing course, 2002-2003. Eventually used as our "performance poetry" piece in my group. Blech.
Shadowmantic revelations assail the incarnation of Satan; dark passages of the Daemonic Mind alight by Lucifer's firelight in the midst of the blackest imagination.
Apparently the Greeks reckon that if you still speak a dead person's name , they are not really dead. At least they're not forgotten. Like so many are.