No Dance With The Devil

As I separate from this world, the last tear has been wept,

Falling deeper into a slumber, praying that I forget

An image so horrid, to be placed away on a shelf,

A dream so evil, of the man himself,

As I sit here on my throne, glaring in your eyes,

Appearing sympathetic, think this not a guise,

I know all of your pain, I know all of your whys,

I would lie awake at night, listening to your cries,

I promise you strength, freedom from your bondage,

Be not afraid, of my army of carnage,

You could sit upon my throne, rule over my realm

Take over the reins, to command all my hell,

A kind of power lusted, by men who walk your earth,

A power so evil, only born out of hurt,

You stand here pleading guilty, for I know you cannot lie,

In your heart burns the truth, for I know you want to die,

What say you soul, give this blessing a try,

I can turn your life around, give you things money can’t buy,

What say you soul, roll the dice take a chance,

Do not waste this here blessing, place your fate in my hands,

Pompous yet grotesque, skin color of crimson,

I’m stricken with intel, on his one and only mission,

my 3rd eye ignites, suddenly he is translucent,

every lie ever spoken, believed by men who were foolish,

The road to Damascus, is a journey full of pain,

Adventurous yet adversarial, with so much to gain,

but listen to me good, for I will only say this once,

He cares only of himself, his words never blunt,

Believe half what you see, believe none of what your told,

are famous words spoken by the late Edgar Allen Poe,

For if you live by this mantra, you can never be fooled,

By the man they call the devil, the first man to ever be cruel.

By. Ezekiel Xander