His amber eyes, light the room, glistening off the dead of night,
His features, displayed in waning light, are decayed with deadly blight,
He gazes at himself in a mirror, then looks down upon the rows of dust,
obscure lips: curling with glee, as he looks down upon the drug with unknowing lust,
Rotting wings, beyond his head, no longer white, and more half-dead,
He is shirtless, and upon his chest, is carved an unknown language, in deep red,
His eyes glint, as he does bow his head, to breath in this powder,
He doubles back, upon his feet, and with a howl of emotion does he scream much louder,
Burning through his system is the drug, melting away all substantial time,
The angel sighs, not knowing of such - he leans forward in deadly crime,
The devil mocks his actions: from far above,
He appears before this angel, a glisten in his eye for deadly love,
The angel, stares out in great confusion, for the devils body is no illusion,
Cruel fingers, reach out to stroke the angel's face, to what conclusion?
"I will take your soul," The devil cries, "For it is mine now, is it not?"
The angel looks at him, with waning eyes, it seems as his soul, has been bought,
The devil, reaches forward: scratching at his chest, with fingers, that come to rest,
At his dead cold heart is the devil hand, deeply cold, but burning so does it test,
The angel screams, as the devil trusts his hand forward, to dig deep into his soul,
Only to draw out, what has long, belonged to him, his heart: as black as coal.
His silvery blood, dripping from the gaping hole in his chest, stains the floor,
The devil laughs as he crushes his heart, into: no more,
Off of his feet, the angel falls, for the devil has taken his death,
Which surely would have taken him a moment later, as if not for the devil.
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Thanks for sharing this amusing little narrative poem.
At first I thort it was a serious poem, but the rhymes made me realize it's really a light-hearted piece. Isn't it amazing how rhymes can change our ideas about things?
Now if this poem didn't rhyme, and if it wasn't so hilariously adjectival, I'm sure I would have been saying saying completely different.
have a gr8 day,
BJ.
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wow
CREEPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
lol
written very well!!!!!!!!!!
thank you so much for entering such a wonderful piece into my contest!!!!!!
good luck and much love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
STUNNING
STUNNING WRITING BRILLIANT IMAGERY DARK DARK DARK. YOU ARE VERY VERY GOOD INDEED. I WILL READ MORE OF YOUR WORK.
ALL THE BEST
WAYNE
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ouuu...this was wicked & raw
what a great writer you are!! Wayne Lear Leonard would
make an apprentice of you! He is also writing a Toxicating
write called October 31st. that makes the hairs on your
arms and head stand up straight....JUST LIKE YOU DID
with this piece!
gawd, I'm jealous of you! how'd you ever do that?
Absolutely loved it! wicked, raw and full of beauty too.
ears2hearyou
Kathleen
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oops. i forgot the yellow clapping men. i meant to give you some.
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the word 'as' in the last line doesnt make any sense there, and i didnt love the first stanza, but the poem picks up by the second stanza and is definitely the best thing ive read yet today. especially the references to his heart, those are very powerful.
exceptional poem -
a good dark piece of poetry which you have penned here, ah angels and demons, always a good topic to write upon.
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Wow.
This is one of the most powerful pieces of writing I've read at AP. It's amazing and it truly knocked me off my feet. (And made me tear up actually!) Bravo and keep writing.
Maisie
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Thank you! So much!
I truly appreciated your comment.
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