I saw you,
Looked you in the eye
I didn't know your name
But I recognized
You still.
Still, we were, both of us
Neither disturbed-
Not at all uncomfortable
Almost as if we had met before
I knew that it wasn't me you were looking for
Seems crazy, to me
Such a mangy beast
Could look so at peace
You were not hunting,
No, you were just watching
In a benign way that didn't feel like stalking
I know you carried malevolent vibes
But you must have been justified
Because I felt no fear
Locking eyes with you there
In the wild Ozark wood
You did need to do dirty work, no doubt
But only to even the universe out
Calm and eerie
I never told a soul,
Felt no need to
For I was not the least bit unnerved by you
Devil, incarnate
I think that you might
Take a new form sometimes-
I saw into your soul
And you saw into mine.
About the Creator
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Comments (5)
great poem.
There is something incredibly powerful in looking the devil in the eye and knowing that it just is, and that while today is not your day, if you walk in shadows for far too long, tomorrow might be.
Very captivating! I enjoyed this, great work :)
Lovely, mysterious and truly beautiful poem. I really loved this part at the end, "I think that you might Take a new form sometimes- I saw into your soul And you saw into mine." Great work!
This is well done - I like the message. Good job! :)