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Hillary-Prosper Wahua Poem
In twilight's hush, where shadows play
A figure emerges, come what may
With eyes aglow, like embers bright
He offers deals, with a wicked delight
His voice is smooth, like silk to touch
As he weaves promises, with a wicked clutch
He'll grant your dreams, with a twisted grin
But at a cost, that's locked within
A soul for sale, a heart to bind
A deal with the devil, forever entwined
In darkness deep, where terrors roam
You'll find yourself, in a wicked home
With every step, with every fall
You'll realize, the deal's not worth it all
For in the end, when the darkness fades
You'll be left with, a heart that's enslaved
Yet still we tempt, the devil's snare
Lured by promises, that seem so fair
But beware, dear heart, of the deal's dark might
For once you sign, there's no turning back the night
Copyright © Hillary-prosper Wahua | Year Posted 2025
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