Devils that Dare the Skies – a poem

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Devils roam the dank corridors, bordering

Upon the lands of more respectable gods

Yet not encroaching, although some say

Those harsh voices, croaking, do the day

And air disturb.

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Scratchy tones echo along with those cloven

Hooves, a litany told in doomed toe clicks

Which echo, malignant pointed moments

Sounding off, riling, roiling without end,

The skies dared.

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