This isn’t strictly a true sonnet. I rarely, if ever, concern myself with iambic pentameter but usually stick to the 14 line, 10 syllable, 3 quatrains with a denouement in the form of a mood shifting couplet. However, this being my 13th sonnet, and 13 being associated with the dark side I’ve done an 18 line version . 3 x 6 = 18 ( though not true Sestet) and 3 sixes written as 666, is the mark of the beast hence ‘the Devil’s sonnet’.
Sonnet 13 – the Devil’s sonnet
You amuse me frail creatures with your ways,
how blind you stumble into my domain,
and rush headlong into my dark deed maze,
not knowing once there, you’ll ever remain
amongst all the damned souls of the lost,
forgetting, in my realm you always pay,
once the river to perdition’s crossed
and emerald grass becomes monstrous clay.
Foul, cloying mass grasping your fetid feet
endlessly toiling in forever night
under the dancing glow of searing heat,
confined to the past the joy of sunlight.
It’s easy for me, evil to ensnare.
Many of you beat with a cold black heart
and so I save you a place in my lair
waiting for you, your bright world to depart.
But not those who’s hearts are both pure and white
I cannot take a soul filled with light.