Long Epicme Poems
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Up in the attic out of sight, a chest lay undiscovered, it contained the skeletal remains
of Lucy's one time lover,
Her life before had been so hard, her looks a little faded. In desperation Lucy made a
deadly deal with Satan,
It began upon a winters night, as she sat by the fire. The flames danced as she was
mesmerised, her aspirations soaring higher,
"I wish that I could find a way to keep eternal youth, what I would not give for such a
gift, and that's the honest truth."
As Lucy spoke her thoughts aloud, unaware of who would listen, that Devil heard Lucy by
the fire, delighted by her vision.
He rubbed his hands and called his demons, saying "Gather round and listen. Tonight Lucy
gets her hearts desire, a demonic granted prison."
Lucy tired by the fire and quickly fell asleep, unaware that to her home the underworld
did creep.
The house was eerily silent as the devil entered in. He stood before Lucy with eyes
ablaze, and a delicious tempting sin
"Awaken child and hear my words; a deal I come to make. In return for beauty, wealth and
fame, your soul I'd like to take."
Lucy opened up her eyes, this could not be what it seemed, until that which was the devil
smiled, saying "Here Lucy, take you're dreams."
Her need for vanity was her vice. Her obsession was her looks. What harm, she wondered,
could there be if this offer she now took?
"Satan why do you tempt me so? Do you consider me so weak that I would chose to sell my
soul for trinkets, jewels and beads?"
"My child," the devil then replied, "I see just what you seek. I already know what's in
your heart. Tonight I took a peep."
"Well maybe I could make a deal, but my soul is not for sale. Surely there is some
service I could provide, that my looks should never fail?"
Satan knew what Lucy meant. More, I'm sure, than she, "Agreed," he answered looking
pleased, "Now here's what the terms will be..."
"SWEET LITTLE HONEY"
My father had no respect for the world..
A big drug trafficker..
When I was just a little girl!
Living for the glory of money.
He smiled and looked down at me..
Sitting me on his lap he called me his, "Sweet little honey!"
And told me, " This job is going to bring him to his death."
Handing me a back pack.
My daddy send me to what I thought was a school in Texas.
Giving me a kiss and a pat on my back.
He held my hand while we crossed the, Rio Grand.
Carrying a 10 pound educational white brick book.
I walked with a smile beyond the border into another land.
Waving good-bye with his devilish look.
I thought of nothing and got on that bus.
5 years pass, I'm 15 living a life like a crook.
One day I asked my dad for some money.
He sat me down calling me his, "Sweet little honey."
And told me, "It's all his fault for leading me the wrong way!"
Denying me the needs for my addiction.
I got upset and aggravated by his reaction.
I pulled out a gun with out a word to say.
Pulling the trigger was my action.
With out feeling guilt, I looked back at that one day.
He called me his, "Sweet little honey."
Handing me a 10 pound educational white brick book.
Now I'm the one waving good-bye with the devilish look..
by;p.d.
** not my story**