Talking with the Devil
Hi peeps. It's been a while since I last wrote and unfortunately I have already missed three Full Moons. :( The year started with a job change and tons of red tape I am still sorting out. But I want to go back to my blog, my personal writings and my trilogy - please check my debut novel Wolf Soul - so here I am, ready for a new start.
I have managed to carry on writing for Daily Prompt - I couldn't recommend this app more - and this time I bring you a poem inspired on the image below. I had been listening to an audio of Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven which somehow also inspired me for this. I hope you enjoy.
Talking with the Devil
In a frosty winter night, so dark and cold
Looking at the mirror, fearing getting old
I am suddenly invaded
By a dreadful, ghastly fear
Not imagination created
Of losing my youth, the beauty I hold dear.
How terrible to be wrinkled, old and weary
Inevitable truth that I find so scary
So in a desperate moment
I cried for a miracle
To put an end to my torment
Make my young looks forever visible.
But oh Lord, now I beg for your mercy
So blinded I was to keep my beauty
I saw the wretch smiling
Sweet-tongued, vile
By my window peeking, saying:
'Fair lady, I can help you remain juvenile.'
'Fear me not, l ask, for looks can deceive
I may look ugly but I want you to believe
That I only mean good
For such a beauty like you
Must thus remain as it should
So listen to me well, I've come to your rescue.'
The voice, hypnotising, it was hard to say no
But I only wish I knew what I do now know
This came with a price
For he demanded my soul
He said 'A small sacrifice
And I'll help you, believe my parole.'
Now I am his slave, I obey to his fiendish will
I steal and lie for him, sometimes I even kill
Forever beautiful, yes
But a monster inside
Eternal agony, distress
Because being old was a thought I couldn't abide.
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