Challenge
Something to make the devil smile.
Use this prompt for whatever you can think of. Topic of a story, prose, poem, whatever.
And so the Devil Smiled
Somewhere, lurking unnoticed,
absent of light or truth
is born a dark and ominous seed.
In that place
(small, hidden, neglected)
grows a fungus
of fear that feeds on the fodder
of fairytales and falsehoods.
It spreads easily from one,
to another,
and so on.
It's fears fall on deaf ears.
And so the Devil smiled.
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