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The Devil in the Night

Skeletal Remains

By Joe KingPublished 7 years ago 1 min read

I am like the

great caged, tamed

lion

dying in the

bitter loneliness

of Being

& exist like bowled

goldfish trapped inside

its underwater world

or by my mere incoherent

words

drowning in myself

Spit in the face, the bell tolls

imprisoned for centuries

By trying to escape

we could resist the

monstrous holes

impregnate these devils

& never linger on the

skeletal remains in our

closets

Let's pray, one day,

perhaps

to escape from our minds

kick in the doors

optimistically, for them

sarcastically, to defend

The Devil

who lives deep within the barrens

has called on me

to resume his path for the coming

Age

Not to kill or maim

But to terrify those

that live down these dark, deserted dirt

roads

& keep alive

this age old legend

Aha!

You've come to see the show!?

Luring the wary

lost wanderer

cautiously into a dark room

The lights flicker on

Caged in the night

The eyes are red, bright

Downward spiral

inside a basement, awaiting a bloody demise

Hear the screams

The loud Scream of the Virgin

in Fear

in fright, of The Devil in the Night

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About the Creator

Joe King

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities." - Jim Morrison

These poems are from my book An American Parody, which is a tribute to the writings and poetry of Jim Morrison.

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