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First Line: She walked uphill through dismal wood
Last Line: And rising scorched her with its swell.
Subject(s): Devil; Hate; Hell; Satan; Mephistopheles; Lucifer; Beelzebub


She walked uphill through dismal wood
And left behind all that was good.
Her hate embedded in her breast
Entwined and gave her heart no rest.
She reached the summit and looked back --
Her mind a barren waste land track.
She looked and saw her foot-steps go
Along a cleft foot-print below.
She whispered to herself, "What could
The devil want here in the wood?"
Then fire and brimstone stung her nares,
Her eyeballs burnt with unshed tears.
She heard demoniacal laughter
That she remembered ever after
As coming from her own tense lips.
A palsy seemed to seize her hips.
She felt a presence all around,
She felt the tremble of the ground,
She stood enmeshed, enthralled and static.
Hate triumphantly emphatic
Arose a flame from out of hell
And rising scorched her with its swell.





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