THE DEVIL'S SACRIFICE

By Liza Fables

“In silent waves, you will succumb

To heavy breaths and beating drums.

Stir me betwixt your thoughts; concur.

Allow my claws to rock and err

Their way into your screaming chest.

Fear not my lust—my trust—so blessed

With ardent tongues of flame—abhorred

By vengeful maids who once adored

These cunning teeth, sharp as silk,

And rolling eyes as white as milk.

Sign in blood, or turn to flee;   

Relinquish my last agony.

Sink beneath the Red-Earth Keep

Where greedy bones are left to heap.

Weep not for doors I grin and close;

This bloodied face likes who it chose.

When millions ache for my entice,

You are worth the sacrifice.

Curse me not; believe me still!

From beaten ash and dirt we’ll build

A fortress high and open, only

Repelling demons and the lonely.

Let woman’s choice hold not dismay

Within my torrent-dream, I pray.

For if you choose the lesser path

—and cut me, empty, in the dark—

The balanced strike will force and tip

Me back into that crushing pit.

There all my sinners wait with glee

To rip what good is left in me.

So, if you sense some souls, divine,

I beg to know what worth’s in mine!

Now tell me gently; croon it soft;

Your truth alone holds me aloft.

Yet still there’s hope, crushed in pain.

Just name me. Test me. Play my game.

For now… I’ll forfeit sin. Let flesh ignite.

The Devil claims your bed tonight.”

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