Speak Of The Devil

  

Staring into the soul

Of this winter wizard

Is like a crystal ball

Revealing familiar shadows

Rising in a sea of flames.

 

Soft snowflakes fall

Gentle upon my tongue

Yet taste like acid rain

Making me spit words of hate

And burns reality into my sight.

 

Heaven becomes a four-letter word

When angels dance the macabre,

Doves become creatures of the night

And the pearly gates are closed

For reconstruction and repairs.

 

Speak of the devil

He shatters my dreams

Every time I open my eyes.

Reviews

[The DuchessPoet]

Cowboy, you are the rancher of choice!
Well, my choice!
Your words:
""Heaven becomes a four-letter word
When angels dance the macabre,
Doves become creatures of the night
And the pearly gates are closed
For reconstruction and repairs.""

What do I say to compliment talent...?

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

"And the pearly gates are closed
For reconstruction and repairs."

Oh, how I wished I would've thought of that! Great lines Cowboy! I love the ending lines and I'd like to believe that you saying that the only time you're in a place of joy is in dreams. (I hope I'm right). But I love that it's dark, yet somewhat playful. Great write.

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

I love this poem...and i love the way you did the writting....very classy, just like you! x0x0x
by the way, I saw you say; you were looking for trouble...... well Cowboy, only Elvis can say this better than I..........If you're looking for trouble youve come to the 'Write" place! x0x0x0x Butterfly tickles to ya! x0

[~angelalala~]

this is amazing. i loved the imagery, the religious twists contradicting one another. "And the pearly gates are closed For reconstruction and repairs." perhaps my favorite lines. a wonderful write.

[Lyrical Love]

Wow! You always amaze and inspire me. This is loaded with darkness, yet there is a bit of whimsy that is noted and added with your choice of font. It's like watching a dark angel come into view.
Loved this one Big C!

[Salvatore Buttaci]

The best stanza here is
Heaven becomes a four-letter word

When angels dance the macabre,

Doves become creatures of the night

And the pearly gates are closed

For reconstruction and repairs.

Sal

[SM Davis]

Dale, this is superb!!! The imagery in contrast to the font is exquisite! Very well done my dear.

[Courtney]

wow. i'm putting this one in my library. Here's what I love:
the contradiction of fire and ice
the snowflakes on your tongue make you "spit" words of hate (badass)
"the pearly gates are closed for reconstruction and repairs" is kind of a mix of fantasy with reality (also badass)

AWESOME

[An Ordinary Woman]

Oh yeah. I can relate to this writing. Sometimes it seems we can't win for losing. Nice work, as always ....

[Brianna Brie]

Soft snowflakes fall
Gentle upon my tongue
Yet taste like acid rain
Making me spit words of hate
And burns reality into my sight.

Interesting piece...the devil made me do it. lol

Heaven becomes a four-letter word
When angels dance the macabre,
Doves become creatures of the night
And the pearly gates are closed
For reconstruction and repairs.

Great images, but the thoughts of it really happening creep me out.