“It”

The absolute nature of this child was orphic,

It was the very testament of forbidden dalliances. 

An unorthodox result of a malevolent pact,

The abhorrent relinquishments unto Beelzebub himself.

Vile thaumaturgy. 

Puerile minds toiled, acknowledgement was inconceivable.

Deplorable. 

An anathema..

Shielded from view in the comfort of the fetters that home once endowed it with, 

Draperied windows,

Entries shackled.

The verboten essence brought on by lechery,

Sheathed away from odious glares. 

Abomination to man. 

Copper-colored coiled strands,

Buoyant and wild.

The hide it wore was the shade of cream. 

Its juvenility was deceiving. 

Devilish imp. 

It wails in its cradle,

Unbearable heat, 

Abode ablaze.

Returned back to damnation, from whence it came. 

The progenitors suspend limply, 

Zephyr kisses,

gently they sway.

Boughs pendulums, 

gently they sway.  

Purified.