Topic 9: Write a poem inspired by a mystery. Form : any Line requirements: 8 lines or more
The Devil's Footprints
And from the Exe it rose; the river boiled and yet the snows remained. The frozen white rejected it and only hooves could mark the purity. The passage of the Beast ranged wide across the counties in the still and witching hours when none of God's will roam. What purpose but to fill with fear the hearts of England's righteous men? The heathen will raise speculation, pointless when we know the Devil leads their minds to baser things like Science; oh, they scoff, but can't explain, and when they have no answer, call it "hoax". I pity them, those faithless hearts, who mock when Satan walks beside them in the snow.