The Devil's Feathers

Soft of darkness in its deathly stillness,
visits in silence the slumbering innocence slain
awakening by the devil’s feathers.

For the hour has come
when evil’s playtime must pay its price,
as a crow of unearthly spells
descends from the afterlife’s dark skies
and gives flight to the musician’s dead heart.

Summoned scenes revive his sleeping rage,
as Lucifer lures his corpse from the earth
being the one to claim his prize
among the concrete vipers he has enslaved.

A token in blood is required,
drained from his mortal minions
who must be sacrificed for his pleasure,
because hell is hungry and Satan ravenous
for the taste of flesh
that acted as his fingers.

But they never suspected
the eve would come
where his bird of will
would conjure a messenger of his desires.

Each one that served his vile means
now dying in poetic justice form
so their souls could be claimed,
all on that one night
bearing the label of his title.

Victims and vigilantes
swallowed in the soil’s secrets,
immortality keeping its mysteries hidden
behind the fading outline
of black airy creature
who departs and then vanishes with an eerie caw.