Does the Devil Speak the Truth?

The chaos of nature can be boiled down to a few sounds repeating,

Many creatures vying to be heard or risk being drowned, repeating.

Overgrown plants and tree roots threaten the way,

With many paths along the ground repeating,

Tension hangs thick in the air, no one dares make a sound.

The mistakes of the past made by the renowned are repeating.

Fires make monsters out of the ordinary and mundane

As the words He forcefully speaks resound, repeating.

Books whisper secrets only the patient may hear.

There is wisdom to be heard in the profound repeating.

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This poem is a ghazal, originally created in Arabic and fined tuned by medieval Persians many years ago. It is a series of stand-alone couplets with a repeating refrain and internal rhyme. I chose this form because of the uneasiness it incites in the reader, the feeling of being watch by unseen eyes. There is uncertainty throughout, the unknown looming ahead. Will the speaker find their way out?

As always, thanks for reading!