The Devil's Pawn Shop

I weary so of beasts and brutes…

Their greed, their desires…

feeding off others souls that leave you feeling strip naked in winter’s cold

Those, who in every breath they’re the very center of their own gluttonous desires...

losing all signs of good and grace in their avaricious selfishness

They self-claim to whatever fills their devouring greed...

ignoring all others needs, until the sadness of autumn falls upon them...

leaving them standing alone and naked

in her rotted leaves, simply for the gain of egotistic, vainglorious lust

The time will come when they’ll be begging for playing hands...

like a lonely violin standing alone and dormant in a cobwebbed corner

Break those chains link by link or the swift sword of death will crash your doors with the hungry call of wrath, blackening your vision letting no light enter your souls

Then your long, lonely journey will leave you wandering, till’ you no longer hear the voice to answer the call, because you traded greed for grace, handing you over to monstrous thoughts, like waiting demons and vampires, swiftly taking you...

to the devil’s pawn shop

By anne p murray                                                                  

                              

       "NEVER TRADE YOUR SOUL"

 

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Such a powerful subject! Your writing is so magnificently constructed. 

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Thank you very much, I hardly ever get reviews so it is much appreciated. I will surely return the favor