The Angel In Hell
An orchestra of silence,
engulfed by the clever dark,
a blood-bath of violence,
triggered by a black remark.
A shadow in a cage,
slave to the devil's task,
a burning flame of rage,
concealed behind a mask.
Abandoning humanity,
and the cruel light of day,
his soul of pure insanity,
feeds on those who stray.
A wallowing spirit of despair,
unable to sense or feel,
Tragedy comes to those who stare,
basking in murder's sick appeal.
Relishing in their final breath,
while Satan casts his spell,
and in the darkness lingers...
the lonesome angel in hell.
Copyright © Eliza Cannon | Year Posted 2020
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