Devil May Care
by Joseph A Wraith
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
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A poem of childhood dreams...
As a child I remember well
this strange moment I will tell.
Put to sleep on an early night,
I awoke somewhat startled
by this curious light.
I could hear his breathing
as he grabbed my hand
and told me he is taking me
to another land.
And as I ride upon this Devils wing,
an evil spark, and a hint of sting.
The smell of sulfur is in the air
as I fly about without a care.
I feel the heat from his vaporous breath
as he laughs a laugh of certain death.
I don't fear this thing, this soulless beast, no spirit inside, no heart that beats.
As he glides slowly over ash and fire,
his demons they scream in a horrific choir.
Raising their voices above the din,
and feeding on souls lost in sin.
I ride about this hellish tour
still believing my soul is pure.
He grins at me and points ahead
to lay me down back in my bed.
And with a whisper he is gone
and I fall back asleep until the dawn.
What makes it real and explains some things is that he left me with my own little wings.
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|Reviewed by A PAX
|Wow, how gothic and symbolic......yet Christian!!
Those wings can take you anywhere.......the symbolism of choice
to fly to the heavens,or plunge straight down into the shafts of hell.....
I saw your webpage.........mucho talent!!!