Poem: Upon A Cliff by Ian H.
I met her upon a dangerous cliff
Death was in her eyes and heart
There she stood cold and stiff
This beautiful woman I could not depart.
A cold chill ran along the coast that day
The language was vulgar and of hate
Her demons at work, on full display
I tried to tell her it was never too late
As tears welled up in my eyes
She told me, her and Satan were now a date.
We both decided to say our good-byes…
Then she shoved me of the cliff.