She-Devil
She-Devil
She never was one to fight
deep depths of anger laced with pain
There were darkness some nights
and red blotches that made a heavy stain
Below was the dreaded empty pit
lair to monsters in ravenous need
Fear ate her heart but she would not admit
her desire to jump on in to feed
Black thoughts raced into her longing mind
where strong currents were fed
There she could walk about naked and blind
or defeat the monsters in her head
Night leaps forth, her hands grew razor claws
she has raw red-meat between her hungry jaws
R.J. Lindley
Jan 17th 1972
Note-- A very old sonnet, presented with no changes made.
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