The Halos Are Gone Poem by William Mowell

The Halos Are Gone



The dragons flame burns like hell
Turning everything to dust
It's from grace that I have fell
Fallen for the demons lust

Devil whispers like candy
Demons voice like wine
Whiskeys next to the brandy
Sweet lies that you'll be fine

The mage casts a spell
It's meant for you and me
A portal back to hell
The call of the banshee

The halos are all gone
Only horns and tails remain
The gift of good has been pawned
Replaced with death and bloodstains

God is still looking down on us
But it remains our choice
To resist the devil and his lust
And get back our own voice

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William Mowell

William Mowell

West Palm Beach, FL
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