Challenge
Challenge of the Month XIV: May
Spirit World. Some call them ghosts, or angels, or guides. The Japanese call it Shinto. Cultures around the world call it Shamanism. Many call them the schizophrenic ravings of lunacy. Whatever you call it, or them, write about the unseen world of spirits. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
Satan
I see Satan, I see him
He walks by me, he roams these halls
His mornings he eats, us, nightly feasts consist of animal blood
He is a friend, a brother, and a staff member.
Believe me when I tell you, I see Satan.
Yes, I see him too, they laugh and mock
Nobody is sane here, except I
I hear the cross turn; I feel the air dampen
Unexplainable deaths and despicable lies
Believe me when I tell you, I see Satan
I pray in the chapel; I fear too much
I hear the roaring laugh, I see the candles dim
I feel the cold icy, I see a shadow befall
Jesus now bleeds from his wrists
Believe me when I tell you, I see Satan.