Elizabeth Sheaffer - Satan's Whisper

He held her still beating heart in his cold hands
His dark eyes appraising her body by the moon's gleam
Placing the heart in a wrought-iron box
He turned and walked away from the scene

She stood and brushed the dust from herself
Looking around for the boy she had found
His dark hair and eyes had mesmerized her
As he'd lain her within the circle on the ground

He bowed before the Dark One, making offer
Of the box, that was placed at His feet
He opened the box and devoured the heart
The blood running down over His teeth

'Well done, my childe! ' the demon exclaimed
As he plucked a napkin from the table
Wiping his mouth and cleaning the blood
As best as was he able

'Her soul is now mine to do with as I please! '
The boy and He laughed aloud
For the girl had lost her way that night
And now walked home with a frown

She lay in her bed that night and stared
Out the window at the dark night sky
There was no flutter beneath her breast
And the tears flowed from her eyes

Elizabeth Sheaffer

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