Demons take many forms.
Former saints join the ranks,
Ranking often higher than original sinners.
Inner darkness takes hold.
Old faith breaks despite the length of time.
I’m no exception, quite the contrary.
Very unsuspecting, I fell victim easily.
Silly mistake but wiser for it.
It would be wise for you to watch out for me now.

Illustration (engraving) for John Milton’s Paradise Lost by Gustave Doré

– Written for Fiction|Poetry Challenge #290. Poetry slam, poetry form Echo. Photo from Wikimedia.


The Darkness

Some say we are born sinners, inherently given to do bad things. Others argue nature versus nurture, that we are innocent until the age of accountability. Orphaned at birth, the darkness inside took my parents as its first sacrifice.

blood-spatter-497546_1280– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #67. Prompt words were “orphan” and “inherent.” WC 39. Photo from “The Darkness” was awarded 3rd place in this contest.