Read Poem: THE DEVIL’S CLUTCH, by Kevin Parish

Eerie hands paint the canvas black
While wisps of smoke still linger
Surely, evil has become manifest
Where once were talented fingers

Brushstrokes of darkness in shades of gray
Follow along haunted lines
Lost are the souls whose eyes behold
This gallery of Hades lies

Countless virgins sacrificed
Off cliffs over a raging sea
Whilst serpents slash down below
Awaiting morsels from the jubilee

The wetness of the fresh blood glistens
With the sinister artist’s touch
As another one falls from arrogance
Into the devil’s clutch

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