Galloping To the Devil’s Door
She rode the horse to the devil’s door,
A sky like blood, a silent war.
No stars above, just clouds like stone,
And every step cut to the bone.
The reins were tight, her jaw was set,
A deal was made, a dark regret.
No turning back, no whispered prayer,
Just fire and smoke that choked the air.
The beast beneath her stamped and burned,
A heartless pace, no path returned.
The night was wide, the wind was raw,
A silent judge, a broken law.
Her shadow stretched along the ground,
A ghostly shape, a hollow sound.
The devil waited, still and cold,
His twisted grin, his fingers bold.
No words were spoken, none were spared,
A cruel exchange, a soul stripped bare.
The horse stood silent, black as sin,
Its haunted eyes stared deep within.
She gave her name, she gave her breath,
A wicked pact, a willing death.
The door swung wide, the deal was done,
And all was lost beneath no Sun
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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This is truly the race of good and evil. Good job.
Another stunning image and poignant poem. Do your images inspire your poetry? Or do create the images after you write ✍️ a poem?