‘The Demon-Hunter’s Silhouette’
A washed-out pentacle. The sound of rain.
The fading lines of sorcerer’s tattoos.
A deal with a demon, like as not,
the memories locked off with smoke and booze.
The nerve to cuss out angels, and the wits
to somehow never stay behind the bars;
the devil’s luck – the luck to beat the devil –
the coat, the hair, the accent, and the scars.
This one is dedicated to that breed of bitter, ageing, reluctant crusader it describes. John Constantine, first and foremost, naturally; but also Gabriel van Helsing, and – on my mind this evening because we just watched the movie – Solomon Kane. (Film’s decent: a pseudo-seventeenth-century spin on the same sort of crypto-Christian devil-and-zombie shenanigans Constantine gets up to. Apparently also based on comics, but I know nothing about those.) There’s a certain attitude they all share, which tends to come out in the same visual stylings. Van Helsing and Kane also share a predilection for awesome hats.
This one is also three-quarters of an hour late, but eh.