The darkest place
In deepest black of fiery red
No ordinary man
With flames of hell to spawn his name
His name shall be forever
Born in this place of darkness now
With flames of light to see him frown
Flickers away from shadows of pain
He sits on his rock
Counting his men
Upon this rock of twisted frame
His fiery eyes sunk deep like wells
His rotten face just like a corpse
The smell of souls
And of his touche
And when it’s time to catch some more
The devil sits he knows the score
He always gets his souls to keep
He wins them always of mans greed
Do not temp your fate tonight
The devil waits to take a bite
Only fear the reaper man
For he is the devil
Disguised in man
He loves to take your soul away
And women too so be afraid
Then pray tonight
It’s not just you
Don’t sit with him
You fool! he knows
He rapes your mind
To get your soul
Sometimes a women
But barely a man
To capture your soul if he can
Full of neat tricks
Like a rabbit from hat
The devils magician
To capture he can
If you see him pipe in hand
Sat on a rock with a hellish smile
Playing madly fingers on fire
His violin plays a deadly symphonic
The smoke is pouring out and its chronic
Devouring the fire from out of your body
He sits and waits with his hellish smile
For your soul to rise out of this fire
The devil writes on parchments of gas
Don’t be blinded he doesn’t take cash
Nor cheque’s or a euro not even pound coins
He just want your soul
The devil writes sonnets
And when it’s time to catch some more
The devil sits he knows the score
He always gets his souls to keep
He wins them always of mans greed
Do not temp your fate tonight
The devil waits to take a bite.
Written by © malc.johnson 2008
mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008
