Wrapped by the Devil

Wrapped by the devil

Hair caught

With high screams

Of wrath

At one’s life distraught

And taken

By false means

And forlornness.

Itself that weeps

And wilters into

Angst from hell.

Screeching sounds

Of pain

And hurt

As hair

Against fire

Burns.

This wretched sense

Of keep it down

And devour

The spirit

Of a lonesome cloud.

Lift not thy head

Nor speak thy tongue

For you I take

As my own.

To lick acid upon

Your wounds

And hear you weep

To the moon’s tunes

Of limitless light

And howling dogs

The ground

You will walk

In a slow plod.

Your spirit

Will be mine

And your heavenly thoughts

A mere sod.

Cast thy head

My way

And you will

Surely see

The end of day.

For I am the devil

And you beyond

I take your wings

As my song.