The Writers Spark...
I looked the devil in the eyes and he would not back down,
I warned him .. do not try... to take my heart
and spin my soul around
For the Lord has told me of your weakness...
for dark passionate looks
So lets fight this battle now..
and make it one for the history books
It was a hard fought battle ..
as we both lay ...wounded and hurt
and kicked up all the dust there was,
which filled our wounds with dirt
Quite randomly.. the trivial
collides with the monumentous,
sometimes it's only a spark,
for the poet... who often is a nightingale...
just singing in the dark