Erasure: The Devil's Luck
Jan. 31st, 2010 10:07 pmTitle: The Devil's Luck
Erased by:
caramelsilver
Original text by:
sgrio | With Cast Iron Blood
Fandom: Supernatural
for him when he arrived
all sharp edges and
booted foot on graveyard earth.
He held up the gun,
open the damn gate, or your brother spends eternity in Hell
Your choice.
the gate was open and
pressing hands
he was in Hell
he fell
You had to fall into blood.
The air was thick with sulfur and smoke
was black and grey,
mud and rock for miles.
clouds, black and roiling
above washed-out landscape.
It was easy to lose in Hell
no sun, no sky, for that matter.
He counted.
five hundred and fifty three
five hundred and twelve
a man came.
The Devil
out here was no trouble
you came all the way down here?
he could fix everything and save his brother
for eternity he stopped
turned to himself «I want my brother,»
he smiled a little; you can deal
the Crossroads came screaming and
his brother died for the world’s stupidest deal
killed one and damned both
his brother steeled himself, fixed a deal
I got this gun
I got this gun
let him go
Please
There’s fire and knives and pain
I promise
The Devil watched and there was sympathy
Fuck
give me the gun
the pocket of graceless magic that had to be
worth a soul
dear God, shoot the Devil
and a smile flitted across
A smile curled across
he looked up from the gun,
You would go to Hell for your brother
Well.
Something curled in his gut
went to hell, pulled him out
fire my two hands
legions under my control
I know you
this once
They had the Devil’s luck
Just this once.
Erased by:
Original text by:
Fandom: Supernatural
all sharp edges and
booted foot on graveyard earth.
He held up the gun,
open the damn gate, or your brother spends eternity in Hell
Your choice.
the gate was open and
pressing hands
he was in Hell
he fell
You had to fall into blood.
The air was thick with sulfur and smoke
was black and grey,
mud and rock for miles.
clouds, black and roiling
above washed-out landscape.
It was easy to lose in Hell
no sun, no sky, for that matter.
He counted.
five hundred and fifty three
five hundred and twelve
a man came.
The Devil
out here was no trouble
you came all the way down here?
he could fix everything and save his brother
for eternity he stopped
turned to himself «I want my brother,»
he smiled a little; you can deal
the Crossroads came screaming and
his brother died for the world’s stupidest deal
killed one and damned both
his brother steeled himself, fixed a deal
I got this gun
I got this gun
let him go
Please
There’s fire and knives and pain
I promise
The Devil watched and there was sympathy
Fuck
give me the gun
the pocket of graceless magic that had to be
worth a soul
dear God, shoot the Devil
and a smile flitted across
A smile curled across
he looked up from the gun,
You would go to Hell for your brother
Well.
Something curled in his gut
went to hell, pulled him out
fire my two hands
legions under my control
I know you
this once
They had the Devil’s luck
Just this once.
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on 2010-01-31 09:46 pm (UTC)This was so much fun and relaxing to do over a weekend &hearts
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on 2010-02-01 05:41 am (UTC)I really like the crossroads came screaming, and also the bit before it, for eternity he stopped - it makes me think of the Emily Dickinson poem, I stopped for Death because he would not stop for me.
I also really like this stanza and the repetition in it. great rhythm!
his brother steeled himself, fixed a deal
I got this gun
I got this gun
let him go
Please
the pocket of graceless magic that had to be
worth a soul - this is also really really great. graceless magic, oooh.
and, great end bit, making a sweet title :D The Devil's Luck indeed.
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on 2010-02-01 10:20 pm (UTC)I really liked the I got this gun stanza too. I think I really like repetition and rhythm.
Thank you so much for this review. I can't wait for the
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on 2010-02-02 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
on 2010-02-02 02:28 pm (UTC)This medium has intrigued me for a while--are there any rules on how to create one?
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on 2010-02-02 04:38 pm (UTC)The rules of erasures is simply take the work of someone else, and erase away words until you get something pretty and make a poem. The only rule is that you cannot add any words.
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on 2010-02-03 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-02-03 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2010-02-03 02:01 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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on 2010-02-03 02:03 pm (UTC)