Bad Blood Of Satan Soul Spat Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

with her hag spite voice of hate
bad blood of Satan soul spat
at a passing sublime woman pure hearted

“your fat” her repetitive curse crowed
but this good woman with pity turned
thought “fat may diet thin your soul is dammed”

dark soul glorified her hero Satan worshipped
destined to be ever ugly through eternity dammed
beauty looked upon worm heart soul sins shivered


Copyright © Terence George Craddock