The Fade.

A poem about a demon world filled with demons and seductresses that promise empty things.

Where Demons roam.

The veil between Earth and darkness is thin.

Lost souls call it home.

A place filled with sin.

 

Seductresses whisper promises of desire.

Power in return for their souls.

Puppets in the fire.

Mice running to hide in the smallest holes.

 

Playing the games they wish of you.

Participation isn’t consented.

Survivors are so few.

Riddles, words are hinted.

 

A hell with endless secrets.

Deformed creatures that can’t be killed with a blade.

An abyss fueled by regrets.

Hello, my friend, welcome to the Fade.

Reviews

[Kat Collins]

Hauntingly dark and creepy. Round and round we go, where we stop, no one knows....the seductive whispers of the seven deadly sins...tempt the heart and mind. You create a sensual world....