The Story and dance of the Demon Master (And how he caught his mortal souls)



Beyond the damp dingy sewers and into the underground,
where the earthworms burrow and termites bite,
I creep within the soils, into the mud,
below the trails of decaying rotting human flesh,
in search of a satisfying delightful treat.

For I spend much of my time,
hidden into the earth’s darkness,
in search of souls that bring me
short-lived happy orgasmic thrills.

Their blood-curdling screams,
oh to my much delight,
it just gives me joyful chills!

Each night, I create such wise little schemes.
Oh the wretched and the torment!
It makes me giggle
at the thought of those little humans’ horrid dreams!

It isn’t until I have them under the sweltering light,
that they begin to put up their cute little fight!

But first, I must lure them, as I escape from the underground.
So sad and meek, I cry my tearful story,
Those stupid little humans-
they think I’m so lost!

And then, to their dreadful surprise!
They realize its their soul that I want and have found!

Oh such a pitty, to tie those people up,
with a rope so taught,

For a moment,
I stop, pat their heads and sigh,
My, my, such a sweet poor little pup...”

Perhaps for a moment, per one second,
I feel the smallest ounce of sorrow,
But then after-all,
It’s just their soul that I need to borrow.

The cries echo out, but soon become muffled,
as I drag them into my underground.
Before long, they become weak,
faces tear-stained, lips cracked,
Voices far gone, without any sound.

Tis, it is such a point, that I know,
My battle has been won,
and their little human existance,
is done.

And so, with anticipation,
my excitement grows,
The scent of soon to be decayed human flesh,
filters under my nose.

Into my underground,
I have quite the unique contraption
It’s the sparkling center of my comfy abode,
as it does all the work,
throwing my little humans around.

With one dramatic artful scene,
I do a bit of a jig,
perhaps a little dance.
In sing song, I laugh and I sing!

Oh, hi ho, hi ho, I love this trite life,
Little humans, you bring me such joy,
such joy, to each, I own,
You’re mine,
You’re mine,
Oh how you shine,
Little humans of mine...”

And with a grand bow,
Tis, I get on, with the duty
of decompressing my humans,
one does not need to know
every detail of the then and how…

Then the delight, I am brought,
With each and every human soul that is caught.
I crank the handle of my unique contraption
watching each mangled body roll on down,
showing no emotion or reaction.

One …by…one…
rolling off into the deep dark abyss..
Their guts spill and begin to
pile onto the floor,
Captured by me, the demon master!
Their heartful chatter-heard no more.

Oh, so Proud am I !
about all that I have accomplished!
This one moment,
my very heartfelt worldy bliss.

There’s nothing more satisfying and true,
than the art, of human mortality,
and its eternal soul.

For now, they shall forever reign in me,
and they, will no longer,
ever, ever be.

Down under the earth’s soil,
far under the grave of decaying mortal flesh,
their spirit will be forever lost,
looking to be free.

Published by Ariana R. Cherry

“Within the depths of our mind, we are battling the duel of light and darkness…good and evil…love and hate…” Between Light and Darkness is Ariana’s most recent collection of poetry… Cherry’s frequent message she delivers throughout her work is, “The journey through the darkness, back into the light.” Her hope is to let others know that they won’t be in that place of darkness for long – that they indeed can reach the light once again…She also wants her readers to know – that – it is okay if they find themselves in that bleak blackness…Sometimes we feel guilty for going to that dark place – but it is necessary to conquer the demons that battle our souls…. Other books that Cherry has written include "Only If" and "Twisted Paths Poetry." Her epic tale, “Only If,” won the “Reader’s Favorite Award” and a 5 star review…and her collection, “Twisted Paths Poetry,” received a 5 star review from Realistic Poetry International. She has been writing ever since she was a child. Some of her inspirations include Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost, Stephen King, Emily Dickinson, Christopher Pike and Shel Silverstein. Ariana writes a variety of genres: inspirational, humorous and horror – although writing horror is one of her favorites…. She was 12 years old when she read Poe for the very first time – which inspired her epic poetry tale, “Only If.“ During other parts of her free time, she enjoys taking photos and creating art. Her “day-jobs” include working as a church administrative aide and reporting for a local newspaper.

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