I was happy to write this piece with a new partner. Please take time to click on her link and get to know her.
WRITTEN BY KISSTHEDREAM22 AND HASTYWORDS
I couldn’t hear him but his lips were moving
His warm breath came out in smokey puffs
Eyes glowed fiery gold despite the icy cold
Standing as a statue inside the devil’s wind
I stood there watching in a horrified trance
My feet frozen, body stuck in a stony stance
My mind was racing in wild panicked circles
I was just too frightened, too shocked to move
His lips kept moving and I became desperate
With an overwhelming need to hear what he said
But only my pounding heart sounded in my ears
I felt a rapid tremble in my body, a distorted quake
I wanted to believe this was a dream of some sort
Perhaps a lucid night terror? But it was all too real
The devil lulled me to sleep and awoke me in hell
He was just standing there, fiery gold eyes burning
A devilish chill that I couldn’t avoid, no escape
If this was a dream, it was torturing my reality
I didn’t know how to wake up, I was trapped
I was imprisoned inside a nowhere place, alone
Nowhere to run, no place to hide, so effectively
I was bound by my sins and accounting for them
HASTYWORDS 
Such a pleasure working on this with you Hastywords!! 😀 You’ve got mad talent.
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Reblogged this on Two Worlds Collide:.
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I like it. I like the form this poem takes as well. Very good. I can see the scene playing out as I read it. The picture if perfect too. Well done.
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So intense. I’ll just read this next time I want to do something unGodlike.
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wow… makes me wonder what the other 21 kissthedreams are doing…
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I’d love to write with you sometime. This is fantastic!
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Chilling. I am always intrigued by the duet compositions I find here. How does one get the opportunity to participate? I’m interested–not great, not accomplished, but very interested.
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On it!
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Why on Earth would someone ever need a partner to write something as short and frivolous as a poem?
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Working together to create something beautiful is a skill some humans have, like artists. Others would rather harass people who are different from themselves, like dictators.
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