Desperation
By AJ O’Brien.
And through darkness
with hope they tread
in search of the demon,
willing to return life
to an innocent, dead.
Silent love wrapped in rags
and the quest did end
upon a crimson hill,
time to meet
an unwanted friend.
Dancing, a shadow white
the beast did appear,
and the air was corrupted
as they both did knell,
two hearts drowning in fear.
Your God has forsaken thou
so you call upon me,
the King of the dead
deaths ancient dancer
beneath the Hanging Tree.
But worry not, cried the demon.
I shall return life to your daughter.
And in return, he sniggered,
One of you
I must slaughter.
Incarcerated shadows 
Hey, Alan! I wanted to let you know that I just read your latest poem, unjust, and thought it was great! It makes me wonder just how often innocent people are convicted and even killed…
But what I also wanted to let you know was that I didn’t see a way to comment on that poem either. I know you’ve had the problem before, which is what makes me think it might not be deliberate. (Or it could be there, and I missed it, which is a distinct possibility!)
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Thank you very much Ann.
And many Thanks for letting me know
about the comments. It’s happened again.
I always want the comments turned on.
I shall contact WordPress. 😟
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Thanks for letting me know that you always want them on. That way, if I notice them off again, I’ll let you know without worrying about being a pest!
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You’re very kind Ann. Thank you.
I don’t think you could ever be a pest. 😊
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You shine a harsh light on truth – excellent in every way, Alan
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Thank you so much Nathalie.
I always appreciate your kind comments.
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You deserve them, and so much more!
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Such praise coming from you
Is truly inspiring. 😊
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Absolutely love this! It sounds like we come from the same dark and dingy place!
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Thank you so much.
My imagination, like yours,
comes from the dark side.
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Really loved this one, Alan! It’s amazing how we humans will flirt and deal with the various devils to get what we want and maybe need. Always a big price to pay.
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Thank you so much Michele.
And you’re so right.
Never dance with the devil.
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Groovy poem! Give me some toast, cuz this is my kind of jam. (I stole jam from Oglach — I hope he doesn’t notice!).
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Many Thanks Mr Donovan.
For a dead guy you sure are a Groovy dude.
And you like jam. 💀
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Damn, I sure do like jam — especially if it’s sweetened with the devil’s pact.
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Your excellent poem gave me goosebumps, Alan! Making a pact with the devil will only result in pain. Someone’s gonna be writhing in pure agony. 😱👿
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Thank you dear Rose.
Your gracious comments always inspire me. 💕💀💕
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Always a pleasure, my darkling. 💝☠️🖤
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👻💖👻
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You captured desperation so well.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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For a man who deals in darkness, you have a remarkable bead on spiritual truth. You never fail to hit it spot on. Lies and bad bargains are Satan’s stock in trade. You’ve captured that precisely.
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Thank you so much Anna.
Your wonderful comments are much appreciated.
Especially this one.
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