Inspiration came from a song, much like a muse can and does. I borrowed from the Bible, and from the song, and the next thing ya know--these words came along:
With the soul of a man
Measure his worth
And then turns his "hand"
Marking the works
That Satan requires
Man trades his soul
For vanities desired
The fame and the gold-
Was the cost of their doom
Canceling their memories
That mourns with the moon
The fires of perdition
Do burn to consume
Leaving no trace of residue-
Not even one's dust
It's extinction forever
For the soul that is lost
By Clara Mae Gregory
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
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Written on 2026-09-08 at 21:14
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How Many Moons? [slightly revised from the raw 1st version]
The Devil will wrestleWith the soul of a man
Measure his worth
And then turns his "hand"
Marking the works
That Satan requires
Man trades his soul
For vanities desired
The fame and the gold-
Was the cost of their doom
Canceling their memories
That mourns with the moon
The fires of perdition
Do burn to consume
Leaving no trace of residue-
Not even one's dust
It's extinction forever
For the soul that is lost
By Clara Mae Gregory
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Read 6 times
Written on 2026-09-08 at 21:14
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