malediction VII

and the final piece, the capstone, if you will.

malediction VII

I bear no malice to Alice, for the hole was there to be found,
ground moved to prove an irresistible lure to those sure
to find a curiosity in the darkness, only too late aware
that there are creatures darker than me in the corners,
crying out their curses in loud lies and feigned surprise.
I cannot do what bends will, what would kill my soul
and make of you less than what you deserve to be, free
of the fading and jading poisons others would feed on
and bleed on their own patches of disturbed earth.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.