The Church

Alone sat the man with his hands in his lap

When he heard ever so slightly a creak or a tap

And when he looked upon this ghoulish sound

It disappeared and was no where to be found

So the old man stood from his unfinished prayer

To face the darkness armed with a glare

As the man raised his hands fire poured from the earth

Because the old man is the the devil and the devil is always at church

Reviews

[Brighid an Lasair]

Short and bold, I like it. Great flow and a powerful statement to go with it; truly fantastic writing.

[Annie N.]

love it. great write, thanks for sharing!