You want me to be a yes-man,
bending to your will.
'I'll never do it, ' I yell,
'I'd rather burn in hell! '
'Your loss! ', the devil shouts,
'I could be the best you ever had! '
Raining fire down upon me,
he forces me to you.
'You think you have me now,
but you have never known!
I ran from the devil today,
but the battle isn't won! '
I'll turn on the devil,
bringing fire of my own.
'You forced a rose on me,
now it's time you feel the thorn! '
We'll battle and skirmish,
each never giving in.
The girl with the bright blue eyes,
she's the devil in disguise.
oh man. Dude this a great one. Probably one of the better ones I've read in a long while. Terriffic job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, love it. Keep up the great work. ~monica rose