Deed of the Devil

The devil’s deed is far from done,

As tears begin to stream.

This hellish nightmare, just begun,

A pit of silent screams.

And now the fires rise above,

They eat you up alive,

There’s no escape from evil’s glove,

No way you can survive.

The torture now, too much to bare,

It strips you limb from limb,

No other pain to this compares,

The agony you’re in.

The devil’s work is like no else,

New levels of such pain,

You watch your skin, like snow it melts,

You’ll never be the same.

All this you pay for your demise,

Your life of hate and greed,

But now you’re here you’ve been chastised,

Your fate, now guaranteed.

You plead, you beg for pain to stop,

But satan’s nowhere near,

 Your body limp and head now drops,

And final breath appears.

Reviews

[RomaJ]

I wrote about the devil once and it scared the hell out of me lol just like your poem does. I enjoyed the flow. Haunting voice of doom, n your words. I heard a saying once, one can imagine what hell is and get it wrong but they can never exaggerate it :) great write I enjoyed your poem

[Harper Tate]

Thank you very much! Really appreciate that!