PAUL COLVIN Poems
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A Birdseye's View.
The rooftops of Italia’s Alps stand neatly in a row
And down below a river flows by a road that no-one knows,
Puffs of cloud look just like smoke as though the sky’s on fire,
They nestle upon these alpine peaks, growing ever higher.
A deep crevasse between cold, sharp peaks, where the sun will never kiss,
Blackness dwells and looks like Hell in this bottomless abyss.
A purple haze is nature’s veil just hanging in the sky
And jutting through’s a jagged ridge, dusted down with ice.
The road that led to nowhere, where no-one ever goes
Just disappeared into the black ...
Me And The Devil.
The flames leapt high an’ jigged aroon
Tae the screechin’ sound o’ Satan’s tune
They fiercely jumped frae North tae South
An’ belched up frae the Devil’s mouth.
The wind it blew an’ flames they flew
A’ fiery red wi’ streaks o’ blue,
Furst went left an’ then went right
Wi’ Satan’s face a’ burnin’ bright.
Up they shot an’ fired wide