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Southern Winds

The Devil's Sins

By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Southern winds have blown an evil spirit in,

the longest nights, reveal the devils darkest sin.

It’s raining hard, a mist conceals my crumbling world,

desires gone, before me now, a wispy vision twirls.

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A presence here, only content to tease and taunt,

a ghostly face, my future now intends to haunt.

You've got to help, before I lose all of myself,

I fear for now, I'm turning into someone else.

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The breeze cries soft, a voice calls out, beyond the trees,

an unholy grip, has me falling to my knees.

For mercy I beg, hear me calling out for help,

I can’t seem to find, a single way to save myself.

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Someone please help, before I lose what's left of me,

the shell I am, is not who I was meant to be.

A shelter fast, to shield and block the evil southern winds,

before too long, he'll send his demons for me, once again.

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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

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    Written by Kelli Sheckler-Amsden