Marrying The Devil Poem by Linda Racaniello

There's a demon in black standing in the shadows of my room
he slithers across the bloody walls in the darkness speading his doom
Touching my forehead as if to bring me comfort, he lingering at my bedside
He watches me languishingly as his evil powers take me for a ride

We are standing before the preacher of darkness as we clasp hands
I try to scream only to awaken and find myself stuck in deepest of sand
after the preacher has completed our vows and the demon turns to me
He holding me in a tight grip stating that I will never be free

I am screaming and screaming yet no one will ever hear my plea
I am howling as I look down at my dress realizing that it is the key
I began to attempt to rip and tear it from my body's heated flesh
only to find that it is seared into my skin, I cannot remove the dress

Finally I am able to pull it away, tearing slightly my own naked skin
the devil then began cackling a horrible laugh edged with evil grin
Finally hearing my terrified screams I awaken cold & calmy from my dreams
Gazing about the room, I'm relieved to find all was not as it had seemed