By Aarron Mondello
30/12/2017
The Traveller with his hat pulled low
Against the scorching sun
Strolling across the desert, slow
A Devil on the run
His heart burns cold like ice
A dead lump in his chest
On his skin the blood of life
Behind him shadows nest
He rides the tail of his black fame
Clear across the land
Wearing a mask of unfelt shame
And a jacket fashioned from the skin of man
The Devil shines bright in his eyes
He long ago sold his soul
Spreading since then malicious lies
While his footsteps salt the soil
Since the day he signed the pact in blood
Evil in his heart has reigned
He swore off from any brotherhood
His joy that day was slain
Now all he dreams is blood
Now all he leaves is death
Now all he worships is his black God
With dark prayers upon his breath
©Aarron Mondello
30/12/2017
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Oh, wow. This was amazingly written. Beautiful.
Such a fantastic tone and rhythm. And I loved the imagery of it all. And those last lines…
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Thank you so much for that compliment!
It means a lot to hear (or read as it were) that someone has enjoyed it so much.
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