~ 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 bite
we flounder
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.
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© Dahlia Ramone: January 5, 2020
Dahlia Ramone 
So very true.
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I can feel the vulnerability and betrayal in these words. Also not sure I would eat “Charcoal” Ice Cream, but I have had Lavender Ice Cream before. 🙂
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Slipping into the water’s edge,
never getting it off the ground.
Such a betrayal…
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Dancing naked should be rewarded, not taken advantage of
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I know I would never dare to try charcoal or lavender ice cream LOL But I love your poem, Dollface!
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Oh my! The betrayable is palpable. I stand ready to zap someone with my Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator! 8 points Earthling!
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