Darkland Poetry Poet Villanelle

Giggles of Demons

On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand; 
in inky blackness of night, 
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand. 

I march to the beat of Satan's dastard band; 
submit without a fight. 
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.

Running with the evil intent of command, 
black thoughts now shocking white, 
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand. 

Misery becomes too much to withstand; 
the balm of slumber bright. 
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.

Decisions made in haste, cannot now remand. 
Heartbeats spill the blood contrite; 
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand. 

Craving only grief's respite, 
I turn towards the waiting light. 
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand; 
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.

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Funom Makama January 28, 2016 at 8:45 AM Words so gracious. Beauty so outspoken and creativity so explicit. I love this. Thanks for the beyond 7 share.

Skat A July 11, 2015 at 3:05 AM DARKLAND :) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~

Debra Squyres February 16, 2015 at 3:24 PM To be able to write this well within the parameters of a villanelle and have it read seamlessly shows discipline as well as talent. Even with the theme you choose here (which makes me shiver) you carried each line over smoothly. I'm so in awe... truly !! Darkland Poetry February 16, 2015 at 9:05 PM Debra, your comments on my poems have made my day! Thank you so much for your sweet words. :)

Emile Pinet February 8, 2015 at 10:41 AM The surface of reality is scratched and out of your darker side emerges a wild and erotic nature that's now set free to roam the territories of your imagination and cause havoc and mayhem. Your words speak in a disciplined voice and release your altered ego with harsh reverberations. The poem uses unusual and somewhat taboo imagery to make a statement and is clever in its use. Very well done. Emile. #7 Darkland Poetry February 18, 2015 at 10:53 PM Emile, I LOVE when you comment on my poems. Your words are always so beautiful. :)