on behalf of all those characters I carry within....
Fiends are attractive beings, perhaps, for the very reason that I happen to be bent the wrong way, away from righteousness and deep morality, a bit closer to the devil and his entourage... I've always been attracted to the darker side of humanity's doings and undoings, and let us not forget that I once was a creature of the night -much to my surprise. Now, standing at the edge of my very will, I tip one way then the other, waiting for a push, the breeze, a feathery word, to settle the matter once and for all...
This is meant to go in one of those novels I am supposed to be working on... until then, here it is for you to read and savor.
What is it I wrote? What is it I meant?
We are riddles, at some degree
We are poems, whether we like it or not
Be well, and do not waste too much time online, especially if the sun is out for you right now.
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