I'm back again. Same poem, only I tried to take into suggestion some of the reviews from before. Still not happy with that last stanza. Enjoy! *tosses to sharks and hides*
when it could be a lie
They used to call the devil an angel,
but we know the truth, don’t we?
Like twisted little creatures,
beasts who crawl through the shadows,
thick with cloying dust.
That sneaky little snake wore a mask,
lied to those most high and refused to bend the knee,
wouldn’t bow to those above, nor those far below.
He cast himself out, past the moon and stars,
slamming down into earth and then snow.
It was there that he found something
far more thrilling than the life he had known.
Oh, the trouble he could make, that serpent
in the grass. At first with an apple, and then later with a flask.
Words turned to poison, on the lips of those who dealt in deceit
and lies. Before, eventually, dancing with the devil
became a popular line.
The only truth you can trust
is that you can’t really believe what you see
when it could be a lie.