Eyes of Fire

I was going to do this for Poetic Whisper's Wicked Wind contest, but lost the link or something. Anyways, I enjoyed writing it. :) Sometimes you just need a prompt to create some inspiration!

A man walks down the road

Far, far from his abode.

The night is cold,

Moon burns gold.

 

All he needed was some sugar,

Wandering for a kind sir,

To grant the desire

 And To get him out of his quagmire

 

The wicked wind whistled in the night,

Leaves blow, a loss of sight

A man in black, unnoticed before

Appeared as the air roared.

 

He sauntered up to the man,

Black coat tails dragging in the sand,

In his hand he held a bag

And in it glimmered a white flag.

 

Sugar! In its purest form!

Granules in a white swarm!

On this cold dismal night,

Full of rain and no light.

How could he deny

A man’s kindness, a well concealed lie.

 

He reached for it with a warm, greedy

Hand ,a needy

Man.

But the man in black stopped him, before he can

He says with a cool smile, lifting his hand

May I have you soul when you return to the sand?

 

The man being poor

And finding religion a bore,

Agreed, whole heartedly,

Yet his heart beat rapidly ,

As doubt spread in his mind,

Perhaps this man was not so kind.

 

But he did not take back his promise

Though it would lead to his demise.

 He had a family to feed

And this man, not others, had filled his need.

The last he saw was a dead, red smile,

Flame flickering and his gaze mild

Teeth gleamed bright,

sharp, ready to bite!

The man turned, black coat tails dragging in the sand

To his fire and brimstone land.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy it. I threw it together quickly, tell me what you think! :D

Reviews

[Adam :P]

enjoyed it,

[cfix]

I really enjoyed this piece. This is wonderful.
You ought to enter it into the contest. It's still there.

[Tony]

Ha! Devil came down to... Wisconsin?

The things a person will do for family.