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Evil Secret Revealed

Was I the devil's own child?

By Miss nilandPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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My soul is pure, no hate I bare

No grudge I carry, clear of all evil

Will never let anyone take it away

Worked hard to have this freedom

That night I try sleep, the wind was howling

The branches of the trees tapping on the pane

Curtains were slightly a jar, quickly shut them.

Hate these windy nights, sounds of the rain

Within the darkness, streetlights cast shadows

Projecting my walls with displays of shapes

Images were appearing, some big, some small

Turned on my lamp, the light now made it all amusing.

Back in the inky night, as I was drifting

A shadow, darker in tone, blackened my lids

Keeping my eyelids shut tight, listened

Tried calm down my breathing, heart rapid

Peering over top of my quilt, I skimmed

Shadows were everywhere, wind howling

Tapping, beating fast against the pane,

Faster it became, rain slashing, blasting.

Heart pounding, senses in tune I knew

The blackened shape dashed behind a bear

Petrified, shivering, to my horror movement

The illuminated figure hovered, I glared

Fixated, hypnotized state, evil ambiance

Fear suffocated me, the moment had come

Grugling voice deep told me he wanted my soul

Panic set in, possessing every nerve was numb

Begged, pleaded to leave me, closer he came

My evil will not withstand the pure soul

Intake of Air started pulling, tried holding on

Crying, distraught the force grew, couldn't hold

Slipping the evil presence was sucking me in

Your soul I need to gain power to spread bad

Facing him getting close the entity howled

Evil shook my bed, figures eyes red and mad

Objects descended, smashing, crashing

Open your mouth, voice of power snarled

No no you don't win I proclaimed, flames

Red, orange tongues flared spreading far

Blood was burning in my veins, my soul

Crying for mercy, was the devil himself

poisoned with horror from mum bout you

Told, you created me, the devil i was dealt

Corrupted my soul, she showed me my horns

Burn I would forever in the burning fire of hell

Suddenly so clear, without doubt i knew

Hell encountered, brainwashed below my shell

Made me believe you bore me, you in me

Possessed my very core, my childhood destroyed

YOU!!! you are her! The devil before me is my mother.......

Masked, you betrayed, beat me you enjoyed it

Knowing my soul was pure, golden in form

Now you want it, for you to remain evil, you bitch

Flaring bright rays of light empowered

The room now a purity of light, glow so rich

Unveiling the secret, had spared my soul

The gift of truth, honest and good won

Your grand blackened figure shriveled

Weak, scared, you lay bare shivering, it was done

The evil still in you, lost and defeated

grabbing the scissors you plunged them deep

Into your evil heart, your soul spilled out the blaçkness, piercing screeching high pitched. Destroyed forever, the evil now no more, i had lost my demons, my mother all in one.

The scissors I placed in a box and would forever keep.

A memory of the devil herself.

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About the Creator

Miss niland

I absolutely love writing . All my life's pain and torture and suffering of many kinds has not been in vain. X

Never before did I believe in myself. I am now 41 years old and just started writing in open after it being a secret all my life.

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