The Devil's Playground Poem by Helen Crutchett
The Devil's Playground
the night gathers dusk upon her broom
the underbelly of Earth, a furnace rages
as cauldron's spew forth hatred
their ancient brew, thick and brown
hills disappear in the wake of the quake
trembling aftershocks mock the mourners.
The rain is full of ghosts tonight
screaming beasts drown in rivers
unstoppable evil prevails,
death deals disaster's hand
as devils' play with a World
Turned upside down.
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