The Devil's Den

The Devil's Den

A Poem by Mary
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second stanza added

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I have walked in the Devil's Den,
his place of fire and brimstone and heroin,
Where he offered me a lofty seat,
To drink his wine and eat his meat,
He talked to me with his honeyed voice,
His teeth like pins, he gave me a choice,
Said he'd grant me wisdom beyond my years,
Worldliness and knowledge, erase my fears,
The price, he said, would be easy to pay,
They were things I wouldn't be needing anyway
 

Through the belly of hell I roamed,

courageous and foolhardy and all alone,

I craved that tarry fire he fed me,

and paid him each time too willingly,

I didn't notice, not right away,

I couldn't feel myself as I decayed,

one by one I lost pieces of my soul,

finally seeing that I had lost all control,

my pieces fell where the Devil caught them,

I was chewed and torn, lying at the bottom

© 2008 Mary


Author's Note

Mary
I'd like to add at least one more to this...nearly done!

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the organic flow of this work deceived me at first because i did not see the soft-rhyme until about halfway through the second stanza. what a great jumping off point you have now.
will the third stanza reveal your redemption (could play off Jesus' journey and alleged defeat of hell, returning with the keys)? or will you go deeper into the description of hell and such forth? cannot wait to see the finished product. good luck!


Posted 16 Years Ago



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Much of my poetry is about addiction. It played a huge, if not the only, role for many years of my life. I'm now a recovering addict, clean for over a year. I'm also recovering from self-mutilation, w.. more..

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