Satan

 Divides my inner being into,

 satanic and anglian sides,

shadow of the dark tale,

that within me resides,

when radiance's awake, he goes

into dormancy,yet he breathes,

during the rise, in silence,

during the fall, in shrieks,

Fiendish moulds are carved

on concrete,on a glowless fire,

I am the black wine he pours,

into his glassy attires,

scares me my own reflection,

after I plant a sinful platan,

for in my living brown eyes,

i see the gaze of Satan...!

A wave rises in a turbulent sea, water streaks takes the contour of a bloke face tilted slightly downwards, broad forehead, left brow is raised, the streaks forming the face are in motion, lips smiling end to end offering many challenges, those eyes containing the gaze that lacerates the viewer completely.."it's Satan", the subconcious answers anticipating the question...... Sight vanishes. Eyes open. "A dream", she cried.  .
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