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...?

[Blackbirdsong]

Cheer up will ya? Seriously I love some of the imagery here and the irony and cynicism works really well to develop your ideas. I can definitely relate to this poem.

[desertraven]

amazing imagery. well done.
Sandi

[Erotic Goddess]

Soft snowflakes fall

Gentle upon my tongue

Yet taste like acid rain

Bitterness runs rampant in this piece, with perfect imagery and an amazing choice of words. I enjoyed the rhythm and flow of this piece.

xxoxx
Stephanie

[Spoken]

oooo i love the ending. so perfect. well crafted and felt. I to am a dreamer... it can be so disappointing when your eyes open. love the font BTW :)

another great write my friend!

[Wildfleour]

YIKES. Sounds like a part of my fair is foul and foul is fair world.