I have slayed this devil
fang-toothed, dripping with gore
i have slayed this devil before
i have ripped it apart with my bare hands
i have sunk my teeth into its flesh
smited it with angered fists
smiled at its bloody wrists
where my teeth met
devil-flesh in-between
i have kicked and beaten every inch of devil flesh
and woken to bloodied sheets,
bruised flesh and crying soul.
This poem was written by Orpheus . on Dec 29, 2007.
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Personally, I blame in on the madder music and the stronger wine as I dance to put pale lost lilies out of mind. But the dance remains long, but not long enough to prove that I am faithful to a memory, in my fashion.