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A Deal with the Devil

With a deafening thunder
and blazing lightning,
Amidst a swirling clouds
of dark ominous smoke,
He appeared suddenly
Smack in front of me -
A most hideous being
who appeared neither
human nor a beast.

With a swift sleight of hand,
Before I could even cry out:
"Stop it. Oh God, please stop"
He plucked my heart out 
and held it in his hairy filthy hand.

Oh, why he has to take it out?
My only possession, my only wealth,
The only thing that beat against
my frail, long worn-out chest,
Assuring its constant company
in this lonely journey of my life.

But heedless of my pleadings,
He tossed my heart 
into the gutter
with a gut-wrenching laugh!

I asked this foul fiend:
Who art thou?
Why did thou taketh my heart away?

With a guttural voice he spoke thus:
I am the devil! Lord of the Hell,
I am the impetus that steers
the course of affairs in this world;
With me on your side,
You'll get the most out of a strife.
With Adam, the first man, 
I came hither and residing since.
An ardent companion of those
who coveteth glory in life"

He bent down, 
And with his flaming eyes 
peered into mine,
Spitting foul breath into my face, he sneered:

But this heart!
This heart is a hindrance,
A barrier, the core of love and humility,
Where you feel the joys and woes of life.
Nah, there's no need for it.
Not in this world,
Where the mind reigns supreme;
Not in this age,
Where vices prevail unrestrained -
The age of decadence, KALIYUGA!*

He half turned to go,
But then he paused,
Turned back and looked at me.

Never have I seen
such a heavenly sight,
Now transformed into an angel,
He extended gracefully
his milky-white delicate hand 
And whispered softly
on the breath of the breeze:

Give me thy soul,
And I will give thee the world!


*(KALI-YUGA- Age of vice, is the last of four stages the world goes through as part of the cycle of Yugas (ages) described in the Sanskrit Scriptures - an era of decay in values and the consequent havoc.)
"Knight Writers Club" contest by Tyshawn Knight

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  1. Date: 10/1/2014 1:34:00 PM
    You really captured the essence of the devil well in this fantastic and imaginative poem. Have a good day and God bless!

  1. Date: 7/24/2013 9:03:00 PM
    Abdul, Congratulations!!! Thank you for the wonderful win. :-) Epic, it is. <3 always & forever <3 ''LINDA