Monday, February 20, 2006


On a bold foray through the demon’s dark demesne
I tarried with a sultry little succubus;
suddenly a horrid beast distinctly serpentine
appeared and interrupted our torrid little scene
spewing forth expletives incredibly obscene,
demanding I unhand his spawn voluptuous—
now I sit here next in line to face the guillotine,
how was I to know she was the daughter of Asmodeus?


Anonymous Poet said...

How to know? Indeed?!?!

This is a rather erudite piece.

rch said...

Hey AP,

Thanks, as I'm sure you can see by my links I enjoy the Fantasy genre in my reading and that comes through in the writing.

Take care,