Address to the Devil
Auld Clootie of corruption fame,
how smooth your fork-ed hiss,
deceiving hearts and tickling ears
with your sweet, seductive kiss.
Oh, master of enticement
how fragrant is your breath,
while whispering temptation,
condemning souls to death.
And in this wicked world we're
bound by your irreverent reign
'til heaven strikes a fatal blow
to your unhallowed name.
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010
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