Satan visits often.
He arrives at dead of night;
He counsels me
Where I should be
He exhorts with all his might.
Satan visits often,
I find him in the dark;
Tine figured head,
Eyes fiery red
A prong to make his mark.
Satan visits often,
Ghostly in his cloak;
My troth to break,
My soul to take,
My very faith to choke.
Satan visits often,
Expounding where I'm wrong;
He has his say
Till break of day,
He attests where I belong.
Satan visits often,
Bearing bread and wine;
I may not know
Which way I'll go...
Mayhaps with him I'll dine.
ASJ
- Author: ASJ (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 1st, 2020 01:07
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 79
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