A DEVIL'S ODE TO AN ANGEL

Awarded Honorable mention in Your Best Gothic Poetry Contest

O where azure hides from me!

Yearning for concealed gleaming light;

Tired of dwelling in this horrendous lair,

Abyss of rotten lives that stinks.

With much regret have I exist,

Desires to shatter my thick-skinned horn;

My sharply nails and killer fangs,

And tails and scales hath I loathe.

If this mien hinders thee,

To love a ferocious brute like me;

Milady, close thy eyes and listen to my heart,

Superficial is gratuitous, what matters is the inside.

I'd climb at dyke-back,

Ingine abscond to inferno;

Beseech the unicorn for a ride,

And wait thou there at heaven's egress.

My race, my fiere impeding thee,

Hath shackled me, halter my abode;

They're up against this odd amour,

Two antipodal worlds flaming archenemies.

I'll fetch for thou 'till I swoon,

And ding the odds how rigorous it maybe;

I'll bide for thou at heaven's egress,

Just to espy thou fair-haired sightlines.

Author's Note

Awarded Honorable mention in Your Best Gothic Poetry Contest