[Poem] The Devil You Know
By Stephanie Smith. Originally Featured on Deviantart. Updated version 03/01/2017.Free Verse Narrative Poetry.
He was my father,
That does not mean he wasn’t cruel.
I am the Morning Star,
Who watched him while he ruled.
He was my King,
I could never be equal to him.
Only proud to be allowed so close,
To raise my glass to toast my host.
He was my idol,
Until I grew old enough to see,
The holes in his patchwork ‘perfection’,
And in the many he left to bleed.
He was my fascination,
But one that left me appalled.
He’d abuse his power,
But somehow leave us all enthralled.
He is a dictator,
Who cast me out for pride.
Leaving me to fall to earth,
Because I denied his lies.
He is the villain,
I knew he needed to be stopped.
Even if it meant a war on Heaven,
And letting my wings be cropped.
But...
He was the victor,
The one who wrote the history books.
Leaving me demonised,
Demoralised and made out to be a crook.
He was my Shepard,
Leading sheeple off the edge.
I couldn’t bear to see it happen,
So I taught them to question what He says.
He is the Lord,
Who let us languish in the dark,
If we wouldn’t live life on our knees.
His children He’d happily mark.
I am the devil who set you free.
This is part of my poetry collection: Losing My Faith
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