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A Poem by Tepo

As I stood at the gate
Gargoyles pondered my fate
Could my silver tongue rescue my soul
And the demonic guard
Holding up the death card
Seemed to relish his miniscule role
Then the temptress showed face
Scantily clad silk and lace
As she brushed up against me I froze
When she started her dance
Like a flea in a trance
I got jumpy she held a black rose
Through a vast ring of fire
Fuelled with last and desire
A horned creature with fork took the stage
With his sneer came a flood
Salty tears crimson blood
Swept me up flushing me to my cage
As they flayed off my skin
Through the almighty din
I at last got to savour some peace
Guess I must have passed out
Woke in bed from doubt
Does he own me or have me on lease