Into the Devil’s Lair

Into the Devil’s Lair – Diablo

The Devil's Lair

Into the Devil’s Lair

A black cat crouches in the dark

Hidden from most eyes

Trash cans border doorways

Attracting homeless flies.

Around the corner, men in suits

Walk swiftly to their jobs,

Cell phones welded to their ears

In tunnel-visioned mobs.

The lane draws no attention,

It is no thoroughfare.

Anything could happen,

No one would give a care.

A shadowed figure stands alone,

Straight-backed against a door.

Glaring eyes survey the scene

Searching for a score.

Should some unsuspecting victim

Into the alley perchance to stroll,

They may become a number

On this killer’s mounting toll.

He calls himself  Diablo,

And patiently waits there.

Eventually, someone will stray

Into the Devil’s lair.

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The Devil’s Lair
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Longtime poet but not in the traditional technical sense. I enjoy rhyme but like to experiment and dabble in many different forms and maybe even make up some of my own. There is always a message or lesson I want to promote through my writing, for that reason, my poetry generally shies away from the abstract and obscure. Now I find myself branching out and experimenting with short fiction, and thoroughly enjoying this, especially flash fiction. I have been fortunate to have two poems made into songs and recorded. The first "On the Road to Kingdom Come" by Al Wordlaw, and the second, "If I Could Write a Love Poem" by award-winning Israeli/British singer Tally Koren. My services increasingly in demand as a freelance writer and I have ghost-written the text for a number of children's books and educational tutorials. It has taken me many years of searching and restlessness to realise that my life's passion is to write. It saddens me that I wasted so many years not devoting to that, but thinking positively, the experiences gained over those years are now wonderful material for my stories and poems. I want to try to bring a new focus on poetry and try to make it appealing to a new generation of young people and those who thought they never liked or understood it before.

14 thoughts on “Into the Devil’s Lair

  • June 16, 2017 at 10:37 AM
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    Very creepy John, begs for more. So true those untraveled paths, so many tend to ignore. And in this case, best to avoid. Enjoyed the image of men in suits passing, oblivious. An unexpected turn from this bright sunny day I am having here, but most certainly well done!

    Best,
    Mel

    • June 17, 2017 at 2:07 AM
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      Glad this succeeded in being creepy, Mel. Yes, some places are best avoided. Sorry to darken your otherwise sunny day, but thanks for reading.

  • June 17, 2017 at 2:09 AM
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    Tony, it is satisfying if something you write has the intended feel to it. Thanks for reading and commenting.

  • June 17, 2017 at 1:48 PM
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    Hey, Ralph. Yes, no and them I lose control of my dark side and things like this escape 🙂 It feels good! Glad you enjoyed.

  • June 17, 2017 at 6:01 PM
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    Down under has never been so creepy my friend… loved it…

  • June 17, 2017 at 6:42 PM
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    Hi Kurt. Thanks for checking this one out Buddy. Glad you enjoyed it. Yeah, things can sometimes get creepy down under too 🙂

  • June 20, 2017 at 12:46 PM
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    Yes John. I loved it. Great rhyming and flow, and yes a dark side, I want to say I want to see more from that dark side, but might release something that cant be put back. Lol. Nice work

  • June 20, 2017 at 4:20 PM
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    Thanks Paul. Yes, we have to be careful playing around with those demons from the dark side. Need to try keeping them under control, but it is fun to take a peak out from under the covers now and then.

  • July 10, 2017 at 6:38 PM
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    I didn’t know you had a little Jack the Ripper side of you, but it comes out in this one for sure. An unsuspecting stranger lingering in the shadows, a knife at the ready, a slice to the gizzard or stab to frontal dorsal, blood gushing, the Ripper smiling, he slowly places a beating heart in his coat pocket and vanishes into the darkest of nights. Well written John, you had me gripping the side of my desk. More please.

  • July 10, 2017 at 11:58 PM
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    Yes, we all have a little dark side in us, Vincent. I have written quite a few actually. There are a few on HubPages that I may share here as well now that we can do that. Glad you enjoyed this.

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