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SATAN IN MY SOUL
It is in my fate to see Dreams of terror each night. Shaking, trembling, drenched in sweat, I wake up dazed in fright. The hand I see in my dreams Shows up just from nowhere. Its fingers drip blood and write On a wall that is bare. The message written is clear: Satan demands my soul; If I don’t give unto Him, It would devour me whole. I see this dream every night. I dread going to bed. I can’t bear that on my soul, That of Satan be fed. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format. • Awarded Honourable Mention Prize in "The Elementalist Contest" • Initially posted as entry no. 454641 in the book MISCELLANEA, "MISCELLANEA" M C Gupta 14 September 2006
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