The Devil Ibaelgore in Tantric Verse 5

You ever get that feeling of someone whispering in your ear late in the dead of night as you sleep? I met that voice so be very wary.

The Devil Ibaelgore in Tantric Verse 5

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

Mortal mind

In thoughts unkind 

What dreams do conjure

That visions bind

Wretched sallow

Who comforts thee

Stitched in darkness 

From shadow weave

I praytell 

In wanton lust

Confide in me

Your precious trust 

Tis bittersweet 

In symphony 

Sorrow'd gaze

That cast at me

Foulest creature

Do not refrain 

From darkest sin

Of sweetest pain

Taste of flesh

And withered soul 

Salacious tongue 

Which devours whole

For Ibaelgore 

Has comfort few

Within this hell

That tortures you 

Author's Note

I would hate to be stuck in hell with this guy. He seems a bit of a sadist and not the good kind either. Oh, you BDSM peeps know what I mean, don't play coy. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this piece and feel free to comment.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

My first wife would have been too much for the devil. Excellent write Carlos.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

haha She sounds like a very remarkable woman Andrew. Thank you my friend for the kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! I felt like someone is a servant to the devil of sorts. Not sure if the narrator is lambasting him or chastising him. Either way, I feel the narrator is sensitive about his ways that does not befit the author's.
Powerful lines.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Sami for your kind comment on this piece. I myself remain neutral in religious affairs hahaha. This was meant to be written from Ibaelgore's perspective. A scary little write for the coming day. My next poem will be another tribute to Halloween. I so love this time of year. The changing season reflects these days so perfectly. With its many hues and shades. Thank you again my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

I see! You are welcome sir Carlos.