Poem #37

May 15, 2008 at 4:21 PM
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I have a writer friend - with whom I play word games and our version of 20 questions. Sometimes I try to make my answers poems - this is one of those times.

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Deep pools of darkness
Black and empty souls
Over flowing starkness
Evil words flowing from rabid jowls

Tickles of dread
Raising the tiny hairs upon my neck
Malevolent images fill my head
Sugar coated berries available by the peck

On one hand sweetness, seemingly pure and true
The other rotten, worm ridden with deceit
Pure white clouds float in a sea of blue
Fate laughs, she knows the story complete

Like the malignancy which grows
The deeds of Lucifer abound
Only the righteous knows
Just how fast the darkness rebounds