I will DANCE on your tomb under silvered moon
at the edge of the darkened abyss.
Let the demons howl LOUD in the fires of doom
Their damned souls shall inflame by my kiss.
While this writhing mass SQUIRMs on my pointed fork
I will stir bubbling MIX to a BREW
All the noxious fumes SREAD when the vials uncork
'Til the SMELL, holy HELL breaks on through.
With a banshee's SCREAM I will REND empty air
Fill the sultry silence with my DIN.
'Til their eardrums BLEED from oaths I will swear,
So their heads will all SWELL from within.
Them my black BURNING EYES hypnotize in GLARE
As my smoking RAGE fully unfolds,
But this carnage unleashed really CAN'T compare
To the damage THIS DAY I behold.
For the sacrifice HE made on Calvary
Means that JESUS has defeated me.
|
Author Notes
I was just wondering how Satan may have felt about Easter Sunday. He probably wasn't very happy. A sore loser maybe? Of course, being the fiend he is, he most likely took it out on his minnions.
A Heroic Sonnet is one with 18 lines. Here I have 4 quatrains and a closing rhyming couplet. I used an uneven 11-9 meter to emphasize discordance. An anapestic rythmn also has a more racing cadence.
I made some words capitalized to emphasize his rage. Imagine him yelling those words as he grinds his teeth.
This picture is from Yahoo Images.
|
|