Without Apology
by Michael Doyle

Of the things noticed as lethal,
One does the best that one can.
Leaning in toward the seduction to evil,
Thoughts ran toward being and murdering the man.

Backroom cards are shared with frivolity,
But there is a depth below the venality.
There, behind the appearance of gentility,
Time stood still quite eloquently.

Vampirism was not a topic of ongoing conversation,
But instead, there was flirtation and fascination.
As two became friends in a blended reduction,
The tale tells itself as are the ways of seduction.

Comforting riches steer one from inside the soul,
Money is no object when the Devil lends control.
The coldness of the season is warmed by coal's fire.
No one is the wiser when deceived by increased desire.

Temper and dishonesty breed one another's dishonesty,
Until at last there are few to whom we hold fealty.
Sitting in judgment of broken souls who become greedy,
And everyone still around is increasingly needy.

From river to lake, lake to river, life has heart
As every player on the stage plays out their part.
Communicating thoughts that others cannot hear,
The way it is done whispers of control and fear.

Slipped deep between the lips of love's desire, 
The honesty spoken sets the late night on fire.
The touch of grace knows sensuality's bounds
Are deep within the taste that has been found.

Passion's embrace leads to the first bite.
Then nestled in want, the heart finds flight.
Given to one's need for such depth of intimacy,
The little drink awakens one's deep sensuality.

While some allow themselves to jump the broom,
Others, still, are lost to another sense of doom.
With a shuffle of feet, the beat leads the dance,
These are the mistakes of the Devil's romance.

The Devil is here to seduce and take souls.
It is by his tricks that he takes full control.
Inch by Inch, the seduction pulls us apart,
Bit by bit, he comes to own our mortal hearts.

There will be no more sunrises to be seen, 
The darkness hides this from tainted human beings.
With the last fatality, we drink it away,
As we take on this curse, we see the end of days.

This is the vanity that eagerly compels 
The defiance of the gates and acceptance of Hell.
The Devil calls softly, and the weak must come.
This is how the vampire builds his kingdom. 

The Devil has his way of getting in your head.
No matter how you wish, you can no longer be dead.
Unable to hear the cries of those who are good,
We run, laying down with the Devil and it's understood.

The destruction coming is on a path unswerving,
But God's death comes only to those deserving. 
Ask and receive the dark gift of all eternity,
Blasphemously received when asked without apology.

Sealed by the Devil's kiss at one's last breath,
Drained of living blood to the threshold of death.
The throb of the Devil's drum holds one's reins,
As to the last drop the evil is drunk, and blood drains.

Two hearts beat with the sound of hellish thunder,
As two Devils now look upon each other in wonder.
This then is what becomes of the seduction of evil,
And some dare to call it powerful and lethal.

(c) October 4, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved