Monday, 22 January 2007


Silenced whispers in the darkness,
Shadowed fingers gripped in fright,
Darkened figure in the doorway,
Mephistopheles comes tonight.

A quickened prayer remains unanswered,
The scent of death hangs in the air,
You beg forgiveness, plead for mercy...
Mephistopheles doesn't care.

'Your time has passed.' the darkness whipers,
The touch of flesh as death lays claim,
and in the final passing moments
Mephistopheles speaks your name.

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