Devil’s Play
By Zoe Moseler
The ruins cast shadows
along the deserted hills,
with a scythe-shaped moon
reaching down upon
its victims.
No laughter or voices are
heard at this place for its residents
have long since disappeared.
On the cliff’s edge, you can
hear the ocean waves crashing,
the skeletons of countless
victims float upon its
foamy broth.
An orange glow is cast
upon the forgotten
land as a single flame
flickers. It never burns out
nor will it ever for it signifies
the fallen, the damned, and
the murderous.
This place is the devil’s,
his personal entertainment.
Demons dance upon the falling
stone of castles long ago and
for one night a year, they may
leave this sacred place
to add residence to the flaming
gates and symphony of screams that
occur when the doors are left open.
