The Black Sheep and More

My siblings avoid the paths I walk Slaves they to convention, I strive for the darkness That others fear to mention. I supped with the devil I drank his potent brew, I howled with wolves at midnight, And danced in hades too. My family cast me out To the fours winds I was thrown, "Begone, they cried, begone! You are the devils own." And so I did, and gladly, No tears fell from my eyes, A black sheep I, and so much more, A demon, in disguise. I know not what drives me To forsake my kith and kin, A debauched, wandering outcast, Seeking naught, but sin. Entry for Black Sheep Poetry Contest Sponsored by Anthony Slausin 11/7/2019. Placed 8th.