Demon
He rolled red tongue
out of sight.
Horns covered
features of fiery evil
cloaked behind black mask.
Dressed in midnight ink,
slithered in,
hiss of snake.
Colored gases burst, gunshots.
Will it matter why?
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Sara, this was powerful writing. While I don’t subscribe to the idea of evil vs. good, I do understand that mental disorders are usually the case. Too bad only the “going postal” folks get headlines rather than the majority of us with mental disorders, who are functional in society and not prone to violence.
Dedicating i to the families was a good touch, a noble gesture. Thank you for caring enough to write a poem aobut this tragedy. Peace, Amy
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Such a heartfelt tribute is, I hope, felt and shared by others who will question how this tragedy happened.
a demon indeed, and no, ‘why’ does not matter in the end.
Yes, this view says it all…I think though it was meant for the Monday prompt, not the Sepia Photo challenge. I enjoyed your vivid imagery…you painted the demon, so well~
You should post this one in the Open Link Monday…so it won’t be missed~
ATB
Thanks, Ella.
No, I don’t think it matters why. Knowing why, if we ever do, won’t help the innocent victims.
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I love this part:
“Dressed in midnight ink,
slithered in”
Thanks, Flip!
Powerfully done. I agree totally. The question is rhetorical. The image says the story. It reminds me of Iago in “Othello,” the one pure representative of evil in all of Shakespeare. There is no reason, except maybe because he can.
But this devil from Aurora, is alive–a new twist to the story where he takes people with him to his death–and so People will care about how the press handles this and let’s the torture continue!
Thanks, Susan.
i like dressed in midnight ink a lot
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Thanks, Zonrik. I appreciate it.
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Thanks, Veronica!
I’m sorry I missed your contribution to my FF challenge! I missed visiting two or three late birds I hadn’t known were there. Anyway, no, I don’t think it will matter very much why. It was truly a shocking and horrible thing.
Thanks for reading.