Secrets of Devilsong – a poem

 

Secret lives lived in the arcane dark,

Roads untravelled by most but rode

By many yet less than the multitude

Can be more real than the external,

Secret these stories, holy covenants

Kept by palms sliced and over cauldrons

Held for the smoke to seal and flame,

Within burning flames of dreams

To make even the Devil fully blush.

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