I stand on your shadow
to stop you leaving.
An unbelieving scream
from your soul
rips the blackness
as you dissapear,
your two horns polished
with moonlight
and me crying
midnight tears
in dead alley.

Sally Plumb

by Sally Plumb Plumb

Comments (1)

There is a fearless defiance abou this that appeals to me., , I have an image of you putting your foot down, literally, to astound auld Nick himself :)