Darkened Roomed

There you stand

In the doorway

Darkness before you

An unsteady chill up your spine

The hand of hate reaches for you

Penetrating the haze

Your gazes lock

You and the devil

It cries in a loud shriek

“Its not what it looks like.”

EaglePoet 20180110

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