he told her it was just for them
between just he and she
but as soon as her hands
were tied up in bands
he brought in the rest of the we
little spirits, tender fire
a lock of human hair
she took a sip before the whip
dark presence in the air
the room was tiny and dimly lit
and the altar looked centuries from new
but how many demons within it did fit
though the bodies were up to only a few
but strangely the room began to expand
with the waxing volume of the living vapors
and a cackle arose from her smoldered left hand
now she knew the intent of her devilish neighbors
and she twirled like a dancer
a flame-thrower, flame-breather
the hot light in her eyes
looked for help or compassion
but her seeking proved in vain
for she hadn't seen either
and her body took up the form
of the demon's last ration
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
he told her it was just for them
between just he and she
but as soon as her hands
were tied up in bands
he brought in the rest of the we
little spirits, tender fire
a lock of human hair
she took a sip before the whip
dark presence in the air
the room was tiny and dimly lit
and the altar looked centuries from new
but how many demons within it did fit
though the bodies were up to only a few
but strangely the room began to expand
with the waxing volume of the living vapors
and a cackle arose from her smoldered left hand
now she knew the intent of her devilish neighbors
and she twirled like a dancer
a flame-thrower, flame-breather
the hot light in her eyes
looked for help or compassion
but her seeking proved in vain
for she hadn't seen either
and her body took up the form
of the demon's last ration
this was inspired by the plight of the enslaved. more specifically, those lured by a promise and cornered into *** slavery, and being stripped of everything by a monster that comes only to devour. if wisdom is crying in the streets, we must pray that justice will come to meet her there and the heart of evil will be overtaken by surprise.
a.c.
