Devil in Disguise

Mysterious man
spoke oh, so quietly
came seeking shelter
I gave it, willingly

(I thought)
everybody hurts sometimes, and
There but for the grace of God, go I.’

He offered me a smile
rare twinkle in his eye
and myself
(once needing solace)
having discovered the hand of friendship
extended him the same.

Asked what could I do for him.

“I want your soul”  He said.

A chill washed right over me
I froze right there and then
knowing the presence of pure evil

“Only the devil would ask for my soul.”
I calmly replied.

“Perhaps I am the devil.” He smiled
once again.

“Yes, I think perhaps you are.”
I said with courage I hoped
I owned.
“Sorry, but my soul is not for sale.
Go ply your trade elsewhere.”

His eyes twinkled with
the fires I knew were from hell.
He smiled again politely
turned his back on me
and went on his way.


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Of course I used a bit of poetic imagery in this but years ago, a man I felt sorry for once because he seemed lonely and in need so, tried to be his friend and, we did actually have that conversation.  Needless to say, it was not a friendship I pursued but, it’s something that I’ve never forgotten.

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Carry on Tuesday #163 ‘Everybody hurts, sometimes.

Daughter of Darkness

She rises from between his horns
out of his cunning mind
writhing in the heat and flames
attached to him for all time by
the cord that soon he’ll slacken
(but will also keep tied tight).

Hands clasped to her naked breasts
but yet she’ll know no sin
for she is
perfection personified.
She is of Satanic spawn and was
made to torment man from the
moment she was born

The devils daughter has arrived
to do his dirty deeds
to trick you or to treat you
to please her masters

He wants a world of darkness
wants to turn us from the light
then he’ll thrive among the evil
but for that he needs an army
…..One of pure Satanic

And she will be his weapon
his wicked
‘Tour de force’
She will slay his enemies with
a cunning of her own
she will be his key to Earth
and will make your soul his home.

Beware the devils daughter for
the flames of hell burn bright
and there’s no escaping Satan
once he has your


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