Talking With The Devil

Poetry

Drama

The dead of the night

No one around

I open my window

I hear a faint sound

The devil aproaches

Wearing a crown

I’m sure I could stop him

But I don’t know how.

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Lani

Hi my name Is Alana (she/he/they) I love writing poems and story’s I play guitar (acoustic and electric), a lot of my poems are about an old friend who was kinda a bitch to me, :)