The cloud of darkness around your life
which grips your soul in an iron vice.
Was summoned to you from the depths of hell
where eternal evil shall always dwell.

It rose from your own unspeakable deeds
that filthy life which you now lead.
That life of sordid, sexual acts
a deal with Satan, that fatal pact.

It whirls around like a dervish on heat
unseen by many upon your seat.
It’s drawing close so look around
that dervish is like the devil hound.

Blazing eyes and foaming teeth
moving closer and about to leap.
To take you down and back to hell
where my dear you truly dwell.

Your poems are a little darker than I usually read (and sad). But an enjoyable read none the less. A real contrast to your cute kitty

Thanks...Jerrix the Cat is my favourite really...The moggy has E books on Amazon, her own films on U Tube and a page on Facebook.

Yes my poems can be tear jerking...This reflects my true feelings...

Hope you continue to follow...

In case you haven't already, you would enjoy Bastet's poems (I hope I spelled her name correctly, I'm going from memory which at my age isn't always perfect)