With his
grey skin and
dripping red hands
you'd think him terrifying.
And oh he is
because he's got that
tongue of silver and
I see his
obsidian heart with
a lining of sulfur dust.
But I swear that the
shadows never were that dark nor
the stars so dim
before I met him
but now he's become
a constellation of broken promises and
forgotten mistakes
that I can trace with my eyes closed.
And they say the Devil
comes with red horns and
a pitchfork to match
but they were all wrong,
he's got a starlight suit so fine
and puddles of scarlet blood in his wake
and a smile that tells me
to run and to stay
because anything could go wrong
and everything could go right.
They told me to turn my back on him
but you never turn your back on your enemy
and I know that he's just waiting
for that to happen
so he can brand me red with the blood
he drips and he'll whisper
"darling
don't tell me I didn't warn you
about the dangers of a gentleman."
YOU ARE READING
Raindrop Thoughts
PoetryRain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know...
