#922152 added October 15, 2017 at 11:45am Restrictions: None
The Dark Angel
The Dark Angel
Temptation is his calling card. He casually drops it Enjoying the looks he gets.
Dangling the sins that have Always been our weakness, he Relishes our wrath, gluttony, and pride. Knowledge is no longer a defense.
As we mimic him, turning our backs on light Night envelopes us in sloth. Greedily, we accept his false promises Envying that which we are too blind to see, Lusting for that which we have given up.
An entry for the October 15th round of "The Daily Poem"
Prompt: I'm dancing with my demons
Words not to use: Journey, hanging, evil, black.
Poetry Form: Acrostic
Line Limit: 200
Line Count: 12
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