The Devil's Reply
THE DEVIL'S REPLY
There is no such thing, as your ignoranceYou just failed only, to see your own fateYou were none but a child, of imminenceOnce you stepped within my unholy gates
Took away your happiness, sent you hellSailed all those against you, simple to doFight not the jealousies, that inside dwellPreventing a truer love, to come through
Now you return, expect from me remorsePlayed my heart, expecting yourself to winNothing could prevent, this ill-fated courseYou who committed, this your greatest sin
Long for your death; spend your legacy wildRecompense jealousies which you once riled
Indiana Shaw . . .
In continuance to the Sonnet - "On Death, I Shall Be Free" . . .
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2018
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