Though Moloch wants a sacrifice
don’t let his dreams for you come true.
Don’t do what he says you must do.
Beware his smile. He isn’t nice.
He’s betting that you’ll pay his price
so pumps you up with hopeless fear.
Protect your children. Keep them near.
Your baby’s ready. Time for birth.
Life only is upon this earth.
That’s why those demons wander here.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “birth” to be used in a D line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Ah well. Molich is at again, requiring we sacrifice our future and our children.
Blessings.
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Thank you, Michael! He is at it again.
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Haunting and deep poem, Frank. My parents once visited Israel and saw the cave where people used to sacrifice their children to Moloch.
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I would love to see Israel some day. Thank you, Mark!
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Me too, Frank.
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Wow! Superb story line within your decima, Frank.
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Thank you, Laura!
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