An earthly man cloaked in devil's red,
Advocate for misery soaked lives.
Bringing only evil plans with him to bed,
Enjoying when love's heart wilts and dies.
Roaming the earth, free from his fiery lair,
Choosing victims which carry a weak soul.
Slithering near those that abandoned godly prayer,
Each lost dream, a forked tongue swallows whole.
This heavenly battle of pure against sin,
Began with Eve and a forbidden apple.
Each soul he takes to hell, is another win.
The faithful remain safe in God's chapel.
If your beliefs fade, and evil thoughts begin to dwell,
Shade your soul from the ruler of the depths of hell.
Robin, this vividly brings to mind the strong preying upon the weak.Actually brought to mind memories of people in the past who took great delight in hurting me.Great writing and brought tears to my eyes.Amazing how you are able to nail exactly what others have experienced in their lives. Thank you for this Lynn Stillman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like doom and gloom poetry, and this is a great one