Soulless

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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