The devils deal

We all have met the devil

sometime are another to make him that sacred deal

You my dear

Have made that sacredness seem so real

The devil could not hold my soul

In the palm of his hand

It was to cold for him to hold

He threw it out into the barren waste land

No man can find it

Nor tempt to try

My soul is gone forever now

Because you let my body die

 

 

 

Reviews

[Cassandra D.]

Wow.
This was a great poem you've written here.
I agree with all the people that reviewed your poem.

My favorite part was:
"He threw it out into the baren waste land
No man can find it
Nor tempt to try
My soul is gone forever now
Because you let my body die"

I wasn't able to find any spelling mistakes besides one which was "baren" and had to be "barren"
other than that, this poem was great.

[Wolfwind Words]

When the heart is cast upon the sands of time...wounded and in pain. It is easy to feel as if the Devil had played a hand in this torment. Yet..even as we wander across the wastelands of tradgedy and emotional chaos. The sands at our feet teach us something. For when we finally stop walking and gaze down between our toes, the sand still continues to flow. It is this flow that grants us a wisdom in life. Everything changes. Good can go to bad, Bad can flow to Good and the interchange can go back and forth for the rest of our lives. Heartache will heal...the chill of the soul fades and is replaced with a new warmth on a new day.
It is for this reason we humans have a tenacity for living and not giving up.

A powerful poem that takes us into a realm of darkness..but offers us a ray of light.

Great Ink!
Aaron Wolfie Maycroft

[Tate Morgan]

Its a sadthing to die inside we all know what it is if we have lived at all.
Tate

[Tate Morgan]

It is a sad story

[Eagle Cruagh]

This is too sad.

For a very spirited girl to write this is unimaginable.

Very well written.
The construction is this writer`s usual style which is
extremely apealing .

My rating ----- 100 %

====Eagle Cruagh