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.
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