One- man demon
Of all the black legions that
were in his mind,
he had calculated with
the calculus of sin
and the tact of cunningness
All his steps were made
with the utmost inference
by the language of the pitchfork
He had eyes of the shadow,
a black iris, black as mystery,
he moved with the swagger of darkness
and the intentional silence of grim intelligence
He spoke with the shadow
to be a predator of the innocent,
devouring them with every chance he had,
looming over their spirit
and imprisoning them with the
grimest of consciences after he
had seduced them into laughing evil.
By Kakraba Afful
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