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soul stealer, hands of the devil

by Cymbre Dolphay

eyes of fire
burn my sight
with unholy desire
on a sacred night

laced with blood
my flesh is stained
an endless flood
my body strained

life put asunder
beneath heated breath
and a voice of thunder
this fate is death

06/24/2003

Author's Note: I dreamt of the devil and the fire's of hell...may no one suffer thus.~Angel Venna

Posted on 06/25/2003
Copyright © 2024 Cymbre Dolphay

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/25/03 at 05:55 AM

Hi Cymbre, Just read you poem, good one. Kinds scarcy too. Maybe it's trying to tell ya something about Jesus!!!!! Ya never know, could be. Peace & Joy, Jean

Posted by Beth K Hannah on 06/28/03 at 05:05 AM

this reminds me of Stigmata. Which then brings me to other thoughts...hmmm....yes.

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