LiedA Poem by Kristin LeeAre the covers really safe?Tucked safely beneath the covers The most innocent of illusions takes flight Drenched in the warmth of cotton No evil shall touch this night. But as I wander aimlessly Through the labyrinth within my head Searching for sweet thoughts To carry me off to bed The perils of this innocent illusion Become sparkling clear, Evil is lurking right here. This foul adversary is malicious Insidious to the core Following no rules or regulations He pays no attention To whether its day Or whether its night; Evil will claim your soul Whenever he likes. Tonight’s the night he comes for me I can tell by the urgent scratches Ripping at my closet door Pulling the covers tighter Clinging to my life Choking on the rancid taste of fear I can almost see his words As they cut through the dark Riding on his stale and stagnant breath
“Mephistopheles has
come for your soul. Child, you can not hide.” Who ever said the covers were safe… Lied. © 2013 Kristin LeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKristin LeePortland, ORAboutI write with a no holds barred attitude, wielding my pen like a dagger to carve tales of fiction entwined with hard and bitter truths. My work generates bold, sometimes dark and devious stories that .. more..Writing
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