The Words

I don't write the poetry
It speaks the words itself
I think of all the verses lost
Because I put them on the shelf

Everyday comes a new line
A thought which needs explored
I often sit and wonder
Do they come because I'm bored

The Seduction of Perdition

How sneaky and underhanded
The shallow beast;
Pity the damsel that follows

It illusions a world of
Laughter and riches;
And leaves her wandering the hallows

It influences the heart and
Bewilders the mind;
The lady falls for her beast

The demon subtly shifts
It's heart to black;
The damsel suspecting the least

The lies unfold and the beast
Is caught;
His maiden now on fire

With pacified words he calms
Her heart;
She wonders if he's a liar

His dance resumes with
An easy beat;
The lady's heart is calm

The repulsive beast
Raises the heat;
His maiden now in his palm

The devil captures and
Twists the mind;
The damsel feels her will break

Excitement and evil course through
His veins;
The lady's soul he shall take

Heed my warning or
You will be next;
A damsel doomed to his dance

Open your eyes to the
Evil surrounds;
To break free your only chance