Circle Of The Nine
O
to dance with the devil and strike up a blaze
To do battle with demons
and into the abyss, capture a gaze
To cast myself into brimstone and
fire
To impale mine own heart atop the burning pyre
To traverse the
pitch and fall to the nine
Engorging my belly with blood for want of
wine
To feel the chill of the frostbitten lake
Four walls and
infinity a prison does make
To be bound in chains and thrown into the
pit
To be lavished with pain as the candles are lit
If ever I yearn
for this and nothing more
on the winds shall I ride to arrive at your
door
By Justin Huskey Copyright 2013
Your imagery and diction shout out this message, while your rhyme scheme complements without contriving. Emotions and power here.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the kind words, Kim. I appreciate your assessment and feel very much undeserving of such praise:) Thank you so much for taking the time to read it.
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