Best Poems Written by Gus Keating

Demise

They dwell
In regions dark beneath the surface of the Earth.
Where nowt of Adam walk or venture breath for fear
Of Satan and his ghastly peers.
The same who with delight had raised a million cheers
When Eve our source had sorely sought her pleasure
From that fatal tree
And on her ears fell stern cries of God
Be gone with ye.

They watch Earths
Faltering pallbearers of mediocrity and wait to strike.

Copyright © Gus Keating | Year Posted 2014