Result of boredom;)

The demon

There once was a demon
His name no one knew
You could not believe the things he could do

Deep down in hell he spent his life
Torturing damned souls whit his vicious little lies

But one day he was bored
"I want to do something else!" he roared

Flames and screams was no longer enough
He did not longer feel so though

So bored was this demon that he a plan hatched
He could escape but it came with a catch

There was one chance
Although very slim
An angel from heaven could trade places with him

But this was his only hope
So with the barren souls he created a rope

He climbed and climbed and reached the sky
Soon he found an angel nearby

He took his place
The angel fell
Deep down to the flames of hell

Poetry by Evelyn
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Written on 2006-08-05 at 13:43

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Zachary P. B.
ah, but the demon once was an angel himself... for demons are fallen angels. so maybe that was him?

i liked this idea, of being bored of eternity, and easily switching views like hell and heaven.

splendid write =)