The Devil's Bride Poem by Lindy Jean Kleinhans

By LJK

Devil's Bride, with such pride,
walking with her side by side.
Tell me how you came to be,
the Devil's bride that we now see.

A bride be gift to man alone,
but without passion it has shown,
that emptiness will turn you dark,
and within that you lose your spark.

The devil claimed her on this night.
Too lonely to put up a fight.
For she was ready, she would go,
the world in darkness she would show.

Scarlet red and winter lips.
She touched upon with fingertips,
so cold you thought the dead would rise,
and take all men with her demise.

She danced upon the devils chair.
Black as night her flowing hair.
The darkest nights could not take hold,
upon her heart which was not cold.

The midnight hour seemed to be,
the time she could but be set free.
Within her slumber she would wake,
to find her demons she would take