The Devil's Gift

The Devil's Gift

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

The man with the gun
held monsters beyond
our understanding.
A sweet voice kept
haunting him,
a bit poisonous.
Eyes alive, dangerous.
Ashes on his face.
Drinking blood-red wine,
instead of cheap champagne.
He gave the Devil more.
Bowed before the throne,
changing over and over:
"My will is yours
and yours alone." 

© 2020 I Am Svetlana


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Added on March 17, 2020
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I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI



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