Satan

By Highhat

Sun, 12 Sep 2010
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9 comments
 

Insignificant treaties
Withheld by short notice
To the staff of the devil
Morsels, crumbs upon the doves trail
Bring sacrifice
Flames
The seal is never broken
As footsteps approach
An eldritch being
Cloaked in invisible capes
Never knowing whether
Light is prevailing
Dark and foreboding
The treaty is sealed with waxed blood
From yet another
Spawn of the devil

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Pia, You could have the beginnings of a story here, good use of words. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
thanks Jenny- like your comment ;) pia xx

Submitted by alphadog1 on
Yeah, a very clever use of words, what influenced you to write it?

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Alphadog: an eerie autumn sunday feeling I think;)

Submitted by alphadog1 on
I must get my head around the reply on this... LOL, I know that feeling well.

 

Submitted by alphadog1 on
lol... know that feeling far too well.

 

Submitted by darkenwolf on
Very dark very good keep it up. ;)

Submitted by Highhat on
Thank you for the encouraging comment darkenwolf ;) pia

Submitted by Nolan on
Step on his tail. Cheers I'm running. No jokes. Good luck.