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Premium Member Raven

Still clutching the weapon 
That laid him in his grave
In the mist created by evil souls
No longer doomed to be his slave
Silky dress woven as black as his evil deeds
Nobody shed a tear for him
No hearts are left to bleed

Rest In Peace is a motto
Not apt for his tombstone
After being stained by his abuse
She’s finally left alone
Burn in hell you bastard
Is a better epitaph
For the first time in her twenty years
Raven let out a haughty laugh

Raven – now free to fly
Forget the past – she’ll have to try
Upon her birth – her mother died
For what he did – his soul will fry

Raven – in your silk black dress
A new life – you can caress
You rid the monster from your nest
You put your courage to the test

Fly free, Raven, fly
“Guilty – not”, the bailiff cried
Bid your tortured soul good-bye
Fly free, Raven, fly


by Joe Flach
For Constance's contest, "Among the Dead"
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Battle Between Evil and Good

The battle between evil and good rages inside us all;
Seeds of sin and generosity are planted deep within;
Our moral compass will determine which way we fall. 

The path we tread is not predetermined by a genetic law;
Each of us face the same temptations of good and sin;
The battle between evil and good rages inside us all.

This dichotomy is not the result of any particular flaw;
Our environment and guidance we get influences where we begin;
Our moral compass will determine which way we fall.

Sometimes the good and evil get passed around like a ball,
As we try each out to help determine where we might fit in;
The battle between evil and good rages inside us all.

Our capacity to win this battle depends upon us all
Helping each other with their own battle to win;
Our moral compass will determine which way we fall.

So understand if in your brother evil you saw, 
He has not yet conquered the bad seed planted within;
The battle between evil and good rages inside us all;
Our moral compass will determine which way we fall.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

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