\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
BY ONLINE AUTHORS
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2060133-Manifest
Item Icon
\"Reading Printer Friendly Page Tell A Friend
No ratings.
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2060133
This poem is about the darkness within people.
My devil danced with his demon, and the fiddlers tune is far from over.
We are in our own way as damned and damaged as each other.
And although the sounds of serene tunes play through the fiddlers flute, we hear only chaos and destruction. We savor these moments, for in the coming hour we will devour one another,
I will rip through his veil and he'll shatter my masquerade.
Until then ..
My devil will dance with his demon.
© Copyright 2015 nanixs_ (fairydust at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2060133-Manifest