Beware, demons follow
The
chosen, from birth to death—!
Throughout
their lives!
With nets
in hand, they
Follow
like fiery red stallions,
Over dung
hills, stooped…
They come
from the bare
Earth;
cracked and creviced, up through
Merger
gases and granite roots—
Once
above they hang in
The air,
where it is plain the
Chosen
have stood!...
Wondering
and curious
The demon
peers into the inviting gloom
And
begins to blow, blow
Strange
odors fill the air
And whispers
to seduce the unaware
Come like
opiate blossoms!
They
disturb the human
Senses;
now he must make him
Stumble,
fade from God…
This is
the demon’s job!
#5082/2-18-2016
Copyright © 2-2016, Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c.
