Honor Lost And Found Poem by Martino Fortuin

I Cast out the demon
For he hath brought dishonor to my soul
And eaten me alive
I live the loss and become the hole.

In Silver box a prayer was sent
Yet, sinfulness the box soon displaces
And raises an ugly pride above my head
And takes away my graces

And I a demon doth become
With proper horns and fiery fork
Hiding behind a flashy suit
And smooth and double edged talk

My attempt at salvation is but a crawl
And though I seek I cannot find
The door I firmly shut
on inner peace I left behind

And redemption would eventually find me
camouflaged amongst lies, deceit and clouded judgment
And cast away my demon, at a price...
And save me from demonic descent