Conscience

Posted by: ann on: 4 November 2007

• In: poetry
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Bitter chill sliced the air
Starless night descended
Familiar voice whispers your name
Open the door
A little afraid
Slip on the chain
Chain on your heart
Door stands ajar
Tempted, you want
Want to open it
Open yourself
And let him in

Halo on angels’ wings
Shed light
Reflected in the lonely moon
Narrow eyes
Thoughts cross mind
Conscience, scruples
Ethics, ideals
Damnation on these principles
Devil dares you on
His values are not yours
Secure the chain
Lock the door

copyright 2007 ann raven

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