The Damned

Accumulating the souls of evil-doers was boresome. By the time they arrived in Hell, they were haggard, broken, their nefarious ways lost with their humanity. The infinite number of vanquished souls, shrieking throughout eternity, begging him for mercy, could no longer placate Lucifer’s restless spirit. They were barely husks, depleted by an afterlife of torture. While their misery was satisfying, it was not stimulating. No, they could not engage him like he could the living.

Mankind lined up to serve The Dark Lord, lazy individuals seeking a shortcut to notoriety. Together, he and his entourage amassed an empire, fame born of envy, desire, and relentless promotion. Their exploits were renown. Beautiful people threw exclusive affairs, parties where alcohol flowed like blood, dark rooms behind closed doors echoed with the sounds of lust, and lucrative handshakes bound the souls of men to the service of Satan. The media clamored over vapid stories of privilege and glitz.

Their willingness to sacrifice eternity for a photo with him on the cover of a magazine left The Devil incensed. It was too easy. Society was no more challenging than the phantom remnants of The Damned. His efforts were not wasted, however. His proximity to immorality and relationships with the depraved certainly made it easier to identify and gather wicked souls.


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Behind her eyes lies the motive,
There is purpose in what she flaunts.
Indeed her gait is persuasive,
The girl always gets what she wants.

Her mere smile will take you captive,
She gets in your head and she haunts.
She will take all that you can give,
The girl always gets what she wants.

Yes, she is manipulative,
She knows what she does when she taunts.
Her seduction is effective,
The girl always gets what she wants.


Image of Jessica Rabbit from the movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit


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First Kiss

Loud debate,
Drunken laughter,
And the clang
Of raised glasses
Filled the air.
From the lit ends
Of cigarettes,
Streams of smoke
Rose in ribbons
And culminated
In a fog cloud
That hung low
Over an unkempt bar.
Through the haze
I noticed you,
Looking back at me
From atop your stool.
You acknowledged
My surprised stare
With a nod of your head
And a tip of your bottle.
The object of
My obsession
For weeks,
There you were.
The breath fled
From my lungs
When you smiled
And silently
Beckoned me over.
I forced my way
Through the dense,
Relentless crowd.
You rewarded my quest
By placing your hand
Upon my back
And pulling me close.
You sheltered me
In the arms of
Your protective
The heat of your hand
Burned into my soul,
Your mere proximity
Caused my heart
To miss a beat.
The din of
Our environs
Forced you close
As we spoke.
Nervous excitement
Consumed me
As I fixated
On your every word.
My gaze shifted
From your baby blues
To your satin lips
And back again.
Slowly your hand
Roamed down my back
Subtly drawing me
Into your orbit.
Muted the clamour
Until I could
Hear myself breathe.
The moments when
Our eyes locked
Lasted for an
Silent desire grew,
And time stopped.
The surrounding horde
Stood frozen.
You brought a
Hand to my face,
And delicately
Caressed my cheek.
You lowered your mouth,
Grazing mine
Just briefly
Before you pulled away.
Your expression
Begged my
Permission to proceed,
Your grasp on me
Demanded it.
My yearning turned
Frenzied rapture,
And I returned
My lips to yours.
Our hesitation
A distant memory
As tongues twisted
In exploration.
With disregard
To the forgotten masses,
We kissed
As though you and I
Were alone in
Your universe.
I felt immortal
In your embrace.
I could taste
On your tongue.
If we had spent
An aeon there,
It would not have
Been long enough.
Love was set free
By a spontaneous kiss,
In a prosaic place where
Two souls became one.