Grimoire
A demon leaps up from the pages,
Long ages
Waiting for his invitation:
Your invocation.
Too late you slam shut both the covers;
He hovers
Giving you gold in a barter:
Your soul’s the martyr.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment