The Devil’s Wrath

My knees scrape the floor of my room.
As I remember the wrongdoing I committed.
And now the devil is here
To punish me for my sin.

Anger had corrupted this angel,
Turned her skin blood red.
Her voice was an unearthly roar,
Snorting with rage as her breath flared.

The unholy sound of her roaring,
Was like a command: Thousands of refugee tears
Were driven from their homes.
My body shrinking into the wall as the Devil’s grew.

Guilt, sorrow, apology,
It was not enough
To satiate the demon before me.
And still the refugee tears ran.

In the darkest hour,
My prayers went to my father.
He chained and calmed the howling demon,
Then he sat down next to me,
Dried my eyes, calmed me down.

I knew why she was angry. I knew
That it was my fault. I thought
That my apology would fall
Upon unhearing ears, but
When she was calm,
I was surprised.

The Devil is gone now.
Of what was once a being of anger,
Only a kind and forgiving angel
Remains here.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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