Demon Violinist
Demon violinist:
My fingers pluck the steal wires of my red ruby violin and as the sharp notes play, blackened blood drips down the base.
I am the demon who searches for prey, beckoning for contest.
Gaze into my eyes of sultry viciousness as the sweet lullaby lures you in. If you accept my tender be for warned that no mere mortal has ever beaten hells one man band.
When G minor shrills, rouge angels wail bellowing vain words of anger, cursing mankind’s existence.
Man’s blood boils and surges with hate.
Women’s loins ache with lust and uncontrollable urges and as for god himself he weeps.
So, Pick up your violin child and play till you’re fingers bleed!
And when you stop, when you’re raw bones can no longer move or even strike a cord, I will be waiting to take you home, to hell and there I will collect my reward, you pathetic human soul.
Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2012
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