Come and visit me, deep in the night.
Don't tell a soul and knock only twice.
Agree to my deal, although you know the stakes,
Let me take all of your world, and all of its weight.
I will loop your strings around my fingertips
And hear the breath of relief fall from your lips.
All of your burdens rest in the palm of my hand
But when you held them yourself you could barely stand.
I can sharpen your tongue against your friends
And bar you from making any amends,
Shape you in my image - straight out of sin,
Feed you my lies and let the show begin.
You can scream and cry and send blame my way
But we both know you led yourself astray.
Or you can call me the Devil, try to flee
If you dare to believe that little of me.
Or accept the you chose easy over right
And relax - there's not a choice to make in sight.
Now my darling, please, just dance a pretty dance for me.
I hope this is what you meant when you asked to be free.
~ Willow Craven
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Willow Craven (Pseudonym) (
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I love this, an invite to the thoughtless or those whose brain resides in their scrotum.
Wonderful tease and nicely done without any sleaze whatsoever.
Excellent.
Thank you so much 🙂
Beautifully written, Willow! Really enjoyed the read!
Thank you
That freedom is within us all but sometimes it needs somebody to 'pull the strings'. Good write Willow.
Andy
Thank you very much
not easy to portray such free flowing ease within a disciplined rhyme scheme, a wonderful talent you wield dear poet, a great read
thanks for choosing to share
Thank you 🙂
The devil lures many astray this way, making them tap dance to his evil whims in the disguise and guise of freedom when its a nihilist trap. Kudos for a fab marvelous poem.
Thank you for the comment, its heartening to know that the intended message is coming across!
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