The Devil's Trap

Numbness to a heinous act,
Soul was lost in a faraway land.
Deepest shame before a stark fact
Lying naked in the Devil's hand.

An eventual manifest of a barren world,
Catalysed with naivety in cherubic archers,
Has brought life to a senseless twirl
Around the snores of disappointing lechers.

Blinded by the light of lust,
Stolen of the preserved chaste.
That no amount of fairy dust,
Could turn back time to undo the haste.

Impregnated with an evil seed
that germinates into shoots of guilt
and spreads around like infectious weed
over the white fields painstakingly built.

The empty shell is left unfilled.
The aimless soul lingers on
with no news of living or killed
in a battle neither lost nor won.

Foolishly obeyed a self-crafted map,
To fall right into the Devil's trap.

Taro