Satan

Five knives have I upon each hand

With which I grieve across your throat

Delicate and moistened with Life

And Soul

Of mine evil One called Satan.

I call and he comes through

To the end of it, through the tough

Of it

And so it be.

Copyright 2016 B E Saunders

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