The Devil Made Me Do It
One dark night sometime around three o clock,
I sensed a weird shadow stand above my bed.
I opened my eyes. What I saw came as shock:
A figure that was alive, yet came from the dead.
A hell-hound creature with tragus legs, a goat horn,
Sharp ears and a long black beard, was there.
''I am son of the Dark, of all children the firstborn''.
He said, while sparks of fire exploded in the air.
His words made my eyes blur and my mouth dry.
''Don't be afraid, I just want to propose a deal.
Let now your soul come to me and on me rely
I can promise you a life beyond of what is real''.
If after thousand years,I am still young and have it all
The Devil made me do it.I still grieve for my soul!
Copyright © Valeria Iliadou | Year Posted 2010
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