A twelve-year-old's impure desires
Led me down dream's labyrinth,
Through looming dark shapes,
To the red glow of hell
Where I battled the devil for your immortal soul.
Armed with a crude wooden sword
Against his terrible gleaming blade
We fought through the night.
Towering above me he glared down
With condemnation’s eyes laughing at my folly.
He struck down with all his fiery terror,
Striking blow after blow,
Ringing off my garbage can lid shield.
I recognized your hair, your blonde scalp
Fastened to my tin lid like a banner,
Then it was I knew
Then it was I knew
It was both our fates I fought for.
I must have vanquished the devil that night
As I found my way somehow back up to bed.
I saw you the next day at school
And could not stop stealing glances
At your budding body with your hair,
Flowing like a banner, making me tremble.
I heard the clang of battle
And knew the struggle had only begun.
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