The devils claw.

The devil came upon my bed

I don’t recall the words he said.

He bent me over with a gentle smack

with scarlet skin and eyes so black.

I screamed for God I screamed for hope

as the devil reached for the flaming rope.

He tied my arms he tied my legs

with pleading eyes I didn’t beg.

 

Karen Hayward ©201 (edited)

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