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The Devil's Shadow

Poetry By: ultraplayer25

He will find you for his game.

Submitted:Mar 15, 2013    Reads: 38    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

It came to me like a shadow of evil. To my great pleasure I allowed it in. Now I was ready. With my fallen grace to one side and my demonic pleasures to the other. I walked to the door. With a sweep of my left hand the door was shattered. I hear the screams of the weak like a glorious bell. The sand of bones crumble beneath each step. A cup of blood pours down my tongue. The eyes of men trace me hoping an ounce of empathy but they will find none. I wear my nature around my neck. I wear the inverted cross.


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