Kyle Shield Laster

Rookie - 171 Points (July 18,1991)

A Muse The Devil Slaved. - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

Listen all for I am calling.
Rush here quick to save-
A Muse that once was given me;
A Muse the devil slaved.

Selfish, cold, and damaging:
The enemy of Love!
Why was she assigned to me?
This hell's what I think of:

Blind she played when I undressed
And laughed she when I fed!
Never have I known a witch.
Oh take that bitch to bed.

Prop her head and seal her mouth.
Die she'll slow at last!
One dropped tear I shed for she-
Just Bled on my Dead grass.

Topic(s) of this poem: hurt, moving on, muse, passion, regret

Comments about A Muse The Devil Slaved. by Kyle Shield Laster

  • (7/1/2008 12:59:00 AM)

    Kyle, God for sure send you an angel from heaven to hurl out devil..
    Impressive write.

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  • (7/1/2008 12:11:00 AM)

    I can't say that I understand this, but I can say that I like it a great deal and that I'm adding it to my poem list. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 30, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, January 5, 2018

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