The Dance
poem by:
Adonica Dutchover
Written
on Dec 11, 2015
Dancing with the devil while demons watch in delight. With eyes of crimson red, he looks to me, and says, "I am torture bred and hatred fed; I am the cursed, the keeper of the dead." As I begin to panic, I beg and plead, "Please have pity and let me be." He replies with dark dread, "My virtue long ago fled, with hot lead my eyes painfully bled." Surrounded by the sound of Satan's symphony I say, "I'm sorry you have suffered but please have sympathy." He then promises plenty of prosperity and pleasure along with the power of perfection. I cry, "l need not feed my ego, for my heart will bleed, until my soul has been freed." With a smile he says, "Can't you see it is I who shall set you free? I own the key; come be with me."
Tags: rhyme, dark, imagery, fear,
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Raychill Ellisonwonderland commented:
Hi Adonica. I can really relate to your words, you describe the situation very well. Thanks for sharing!
Geoffrey Heath Price
commented:
This very, very good. Well composed.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Lovely poem many people will relate to these words.
Tara Marie
commented:
Wow, I love it. Talent at its best. Keep em coming.
Talal Uddin
commented on Dec 01, 2018 at 4:49pm
Nice imagery, deep thought, perfect choice of word etc....carry on. But men never surrender to Satan.
