He said he'd take me to the
Next big city in sight
“Just cling on to my arm
It will all be alright.”

& carefully as ever he
Whispered in my ear
He'd chase away my
deepest, darkest fears.

Because he knew of my love for art
“So the great Louvre is where we'd start”
“We'll watch the sunset on Parisian streets.
And hike together on
The great canyon steeps.”

“And how about a skinny dip under
the sparkling moon?”
“It's all good with me. I'm
not leaving anytime soon.”

“Want to roll on the sandy dunes,
If I might ask?”
“Only as long as you'd show me
the snow too, as we pass.”

I mumbled, “I can't compete with
the Kashmiri girls.”
He raised a brow, “the Diamond has no fear of pearls.”

& by evening we layed
Below the Eiffel lights
Our hearts tangled together
Like two wild kites.

“So is this all ?” I asked
under my breath
“We'll start again tomorrow, I'm with you
till Death.”

I passed a smirk and rolled my eyes
and turned my head back up to the skies.
Our hands adjacent; an inch apart.
His eyes on my face as if it's Art.

Then drunk on my life
I stumbled and slipped in bed
He read me a poem;
landed a kiss on my head.

Passed out I stuttered
“Today was too good be true”
A wicked curve on the devil's lips
“But my dearest, so are you.”

A.S.

With the end coming,
You can taste the bittersweet love
Of the Angel's blood that is in the Air

We all see the blood that is on the ground,
Both Human, Angel, and Demon,
with the destruction of both heaven and hell and everything inbetween. It's all over now.

Peace escapes me,
immaculate I am not.
Demons plague the darkness,
no light can pierce the rot.

Tyranny needs a foothold
and my soul wholly provided.
All that is left is me,
For I am the Devil in the White City

The called her a monster
For what she had become
They called the devil
But oh she was
She became this way from the pain
The torture they had given her
She learned to be hard and cold as ice
For when she was soft
She got walked all over
They are the ones who changed her

I
Sold
My
Soul
To
The
Devil
Because
He
Told
Me
He
Loved
Me

Kissed Faith good-bye,
Stepped into the night,
Met a man on his way
To the Forest.

Faith behind him,
Uncertainty before,
Wavering on his way,
Brown faltered on.

Such a cloud of witnesses
As to keep him from this path!
But then they met him,
One by one,
Catechist and Minister,
Deacon and Elder,
Murmuring and gibbering;
Wise fools wending their way
To meet him
In a clearing, deep.

Pink ribbons falling,
Snake-head pointing
Feet now stumbling,
Then running before
In a wind of curses.

Firelight red,
Congregants cowled, silent,
Save the voice of Faith,
The near-initiate.

"Faith, Faith!
Look to Heaven!"
Resist the wicked one."

Woods silent;
Devil, fiends, fire ... gone.
Only Goodman Brown
To stagger home.

Ironic morning sight:
Smiling faces of Salem town,
'Gainst downward gazing
Goodman Brown.

The Time Has Come

I was walking past a coffee shop, where they were playing the news

A local church on there was selling all of their pews

It made enough attention to have everybody nearby to take a stop

Even I became intrigued, maybe they left behind some silver or gold

When I arrived, there was already a line

Many were out standing in the cold

Though one man had caught my eye

For in his arm he had held a feline

I started a conversation with the stranger

Standing across from me at a fire

As time had gone by, he told me each and every one of my true desires.

I stood in shock in fear, but he continued on showing me the future of my life almost bringing me to tears

I asked him why but he had not said another word

Only smiling back, he picked up a dime and proceeded to chant it's time

I turned away from the fire to see people fighting

The church had ran out of possessions to give away

I started to stray further and further away, making my way towards the bay

When all of the sudden a light appeared, so bright I could not see, and a sound of horns so loud I could not hear

When it faded a man appeared standing in front of me

Claiming he's here to bring me home

Though he did not tell me where he was from

Only insisting that the time has come.

When your souls that
    *****, the devil gags

    And spits it back out.


Then has to wash
the taste out
    Gargling on a ******..