Nights Of Wicked No Return Poem by Leria Hawkins

Date: April 26,2024
By: Leria Hawkins

What draws me to the nights of wicked no returns
To dank and sordid places, where a thousand souls have burned
What caverns of the deep, whisper low forbidden names
Calling, calling from the void, to lure me to the flames
Where every nook and cranny, evil eyes glow fierce and red
As I stumble into surrender, in this chamber of the dead
My nostrils burn from sulfur, my eyes, blind with tears
Yet I suffer no reservation, I have no fright or fears
Ahead the walls are weeping, behind the night is black
From the place that I have come, there is no turning back
My heart pounds with fury, though cold my flesh has grown
I now hunger for the depravity of sins I've never known
Drawn here by obsession, down a path of doom and rot
To the beast that waits beyond, his breath is slow and hot
With eyes as black as midnight, his soul an empty shell
I inch into his lair, straight into the bowels of hell
His gaze soon sets upon me, there's menace in his eyes
Yet another foolish victim…his next to crucify
I stand there unaffected, like a bird doomed to the cage
I see his growing hunger, I feel his frenzied rage
His flesh, as molten lava, is fiery to the touch
I feel my soul is flaming, yet I've never yearned as much
He's swift in his ascension, he lays my essence bare
Then feast upon my virtue, never once comes up for air
Once his passion's sated, his thirst and hunger fed
He lifts his head in innocence, then stares back at the dead

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