The serpent devil has remoulded his form - become reborn in beauty
A beguiling inescapable risk - reeking of danger and downfall
Tortured - darkly brooding, irresistible...he imitates the silent type
The sort my unhappy mother warned me would be my doom
As long ago, ere I was born - such was her foray into the hunt for living
Those abyss of passions, pain and bitter-sweet self-deceptions - pitfalls
Always deluding one's heart that the hunt for perfect love, was real.
Mephistopheles knew our deep urges, how we yearned to soothe our souls with magical elixirs to hide our twisted dark souls
Souls who have suffered the agony of past hurt and pain they try to hide
You became my Temptation in the Eve Garden of my heart - devil thing
You hid among the blessed fauna and flora of the garden
The biota of its ecosystem interconnecting our syntheses - forming -
joining the complexity of our whole...intertwining our psyches.
You eluded my daily and nightly desperate need to embrace and conjoin, immersing a half of your heart - you, absorbing a half of my pain
Evil imitating succor and light wrapped in dark grins - a masquerade Ball in the middle of Eden.
Hunter and the hunted yearning, desiring to be united as one...the garden embracing completion at last.
I approached betwixt the leaves - but saw the devil shifting into the guise of the serpent - he hid from me - laughing
Hissing satisfaction at my unease - my sad plight - revelling in my hunt
Is it to my shame that I cared not that I had become Devil Beguiled
Propelling myself towards a passionate and desperate hunt for your form
Day and night I pursued...day and night you cloaked yourself - you devil
`````But tonight...you stood there - baring all your dusky splendor... Beautiful to behold.
And yet...something in your eyes propelled me to run as if the devil himself had come for me - He had...alas!
I listened to my inner voice, it sounded like my mother. I turned and sped on winged feet...fast as I could flee
I heard you slithering through the trees - Lucifer enraged and storming bloody murder
I turned to look and saw the great serpent - an apple in it's evil fang
The hunter now the hunted...I ran and ran...until finally -
The gate...the blessed gate that kept the serpent in - Out I sped...
Stopping - locking it securely - shut and bolted tight behind me.
I swear I heard an angel singing sweetly - the devil cursing awfully
The hunt for you is now on pause. The hunt for me now a lantern lit.
The you I seek may or may not materialize - but finding me...
That is tantamount for my actualization and true fulfillment.
In the search for you - I somehow discovered the me within.
A breath exhaled to the future - to well defined choices.
First...hunt within to unearth the hunt without!
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Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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Comments (5)
Oh, escaping the devil is no easy task. He sure looks beguiling...beware the ones who look too good to be true. Phew, happy the gate is locked.
Ha ha and hell yeah to what D.Alexandra Porter said 🤭. Very engaging flee and pursuit. It’s interesting how sometimes you need to explore the dark places first, before you can face the possibilities that future holds. 🥰
Oh wow, what a beautiful tense poem of self-discovery, Novel!
👏I Love This... Was hooked from the beginning: "The serpent devil has remoulded his form - become reborn in beauty/A beguiling inescapable risk - reeking of danger and downfall". If I were single and Mephistopheles stepped through my door looking like that opening picture, it would take more than prayer to save me from myself. 💦 Kudos, Lady Novel! 💙✍️💙
"The hunt for you is now on pause. The hunt for me now a lantern lit." That was my favourite line. Loved your powerful poem!