Lost angels chained in darkness spit,
“Witchcraft, pitchcraft, scortune, tortune,
Lucifer, push up proud fortune!”
Repentance? Nothing came of it.
They praised once. So? They now have quit.
Deep darkness takes all space away
with thoughts and sounds to mark the day
or separate dark day from night.
“Oh, God, why did we leave the light?”
Of course, they know, but now can’t say.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “fortune” to be used in a B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I was thinking of Jude 1:6.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Wow! Now that is powerful. What a powerful God we serve.
Thanks.
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He is powerful! Thank you, Michael!
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Wowza, 5-Star Excellence, Frank!
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Thank you, Zelda! I am glad you liked this.
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I like Everything you write–you’re an amazing poet, Brother!
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Very telling words here ““Oh, God, why did we leave the light?”
Of course, they know, but now can’t say.”
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I am glad that ending stood out. Thank you, Myrna!
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