The Devil Inside

Most curiously, as an infant, he never cried.  Possessed some said.

"Child, you are my gift to the shire."

Anointed in the seven holy oils. A vessel for divine retribution. 

"An everlasting vigil you shall keep against evil."

And not a fiend the Hero met, that he couldn't slay.

"Yet, the purest of vileness festers in the hearts of evil men."

His wrath in battle terrible beyond belief. His pride augmented with each sweep.

"Time for your atonement draws ever near.”

Tasked with banishing the diabolical witch. The Hero took the mantle with sick thrill. 

Taking much too pleasure in the killing itself.

When he laid his eyes on her, all thought of bloodlust departed.

For how can a creature so radiant be anything but angelic?

Together, they ran off to lands secluded. 

Without the Hero to keep it in check, the evil grew…. And in time, it came for them too.

The battle raged for many a days. Until the Hero was left both battered and bruised.

And it seemed to all, evil will pull through. 

Dark innovation invoked and a blood sacrifice made.

In the incongruousness of it all, the hero was saved.

"But at what price?!" He wailed and screamed.

His witch, his love, his life, never to be seen again.

Vengeance fueled each swipe of his blade.

His aura so fearsome, evil cringed when he raged.

Pushed it back to the deepest level of hell, he did.

Where it is said, the hero met the devil in the flesh. 

A battle for the ages, a battle to behold. 

Yet, each time the devil was stuck down, the devil grew anew. 

"What drives you is vendetta, your soul is not pure. 

Evil festers in your heart too, my dear hero, I know."

Finally, he understood and that too in time. 

Evil can never be truly vanquished, only contained inside. 

In an act of sacrifice never seen before. A gamble no one had ever dared play before. 

He offered to become the devil's host.

"I am the master of my soul, I will contain your evil inside." 

A boast enkindled not by pride, but by love and hope.

Locked in an eternal battle with the devil, himself. 

The odds stacked against the diminutive soul of man.

In all its grandiose what evil never realized. 

All that ever needed was the love of a shunned witch, to bolt the devil inside.

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[AprilRN1210]

Wow what a wicked tale you have weaved here. It had action, it have evil, it had love, what more could you ask for? The ending was bittersweet.. "All that ever needed was the love of a shunned witch, to bolt the devil inside." I love that.... .. Such creative poetic storytelling.. It kept my attention and had just enough suspense to have me hanging on every line.. I like the way you arranged the lines as well. good job..