Demonic Verses

DEMONIC VERSES I don't do demonic; they're best kept for sonnets Best to stay in shallow water when challenging He Writes any deeper would only get me admonished Reed and parchments in hand I would need to flee Olive oil lamp burners leave no scent within the air As I settle at my stone plinth, inked reed as ready Satan boards upon my written words without care His petulant mood hangs in the atmosphere heavy The labyrinth of white space, which Satan followed As wholly aware; Satan is educated, He will devour Every written word, each sentence then swallowed The nearer He gets the more you sense His power I quicken the pace as I jumped onto another page Satan, He stops so he can read the satanic verses Realising He has lost the plot; forwards in His rage As the huge sway of words, around Him disperses The labyrinth of white spaces are now most erratic My reed lying dry in the center crease of the pages Seeing Satan left confused, it was a sight dramatic He couldn't make sense of the now broken phases Satan; who causes havoc to shake us off our belief Had by his own accord tampered his own confusion Shocked by His own stupidity, wallowing in His grief Is now trapped within the words, of His own illusion Indiana Shaw . . . : / A scriber is writing the words into a Holy Bible, when Satan jumps into the Bible and gives the scriber's words chase, once the words were interfered with, Satan then becomes trapped within the Bible words themselves leaving the reader confused to which one is God and which one is Satan because, according to learned scholars it is the other way around, Satan is good, and it is God that is bad . . .