~ The Devil is a Fisherman (and the moon is his lure) ~
In a world within worlds
where nothing is as it seems
the moon rises in a lavender sky
illuminating with promise.
the devil casts his net
to shimmer in the moon mist
and patiently waits
lured by the devil moon’s promise
we are reeled in
we sacrifice reason
to dance naked in the open
and expose our hearts.
the net closes in
we are trapped
lavender becomes obsidian becomes charcoal
the devil cinches his net and the moon mist fades
what we thought we knew turns to ash
as we are carried into the dawn of misconception.
© Dahlia Ramone: January 5, 2020