Dark Poetry #4 |
The Devil sat with me |
Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
Perhaps it is my final dream As i sup my third of gin to top the beer i took from tap but i see the devil sat beside me he looks at me with weary eyes as i drink to blank my eyes i feel my heart quiver in me and he begins to sing to me sweet lullabies to close my eyes of places i will never see of feelings i no longer feel of blood and lust of hearts unfulfill he sings as i drink of hells halls of the damned dancing at beautiful balls of dresses of silk and urmin of tuxedo swishing accross the floor. He sings as i drift off to the smell of gin As i fall to the ground in his words i drown Of the beauty i will find when i awake And to his palace my soul takes. I went to the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to get out of the rain. |
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Digital_Hell Member
since 2006-06-05
Posts 202Amidst black roses |
beautifull. i have often felt this way when thinking of the devil. excellent imagery. Great write! hells gate reads Abandon hope all ye that enter here |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
Well, I liked the imagery in this. I liked the way you … described? The devil in this, it was an interesting point of view. I suppose that I never really thought of him as being “weary”, it was a different point of perspective that I found interesting. I liked the balls, the way you described them, telling us about the dresses and tuxedos helped me to get the feel of things. I really enjoyed this poem. I hope to be able to see more of your poems in the near future @-->--- |
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niere Member
since 2006-04-23
Posts 77 |
There is so much excellent imagery here. I feel you portray the devil as being very grand, and wealthy in ways. Excellent piece. |
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