The Green Devil
A devilish master
Desiring to be possessed
Ye slip through my fingers
Lingering as water
Tempting my soul
Ensnaring every facet of my life
Fear and anguish grips my heart
Knowing that I lust after thee
Never satisfying
Always looming over me
Like a stench of death
Ye haunt my soul
Yet possessing you
Only intensifies my desire of thee
And the dread of losing you
( This poem is about money )
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2005
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