The Devils Seed

The spirit beckons from deep inside, Leaving scars up on his hide. Possessed he is, is what the old one said. Better off if he were dead. His eves were wild and his tongue was crude. Lashing out as he stood there nude. Howl like a dog, he’d growl and snap, Then purr like a kitten, then hiss and slap. Something happened to make him lose it all, A man of substance before this fall. He was the kind where enough was never enough, A greedy man who played life rough. He’d take what he’d want and damn the price. The demeanor of this man was not very nice. Then one day he met this pretty little thing, He even got on his knees with a wedding ring. But she looked at him and she laughed out loud. It was more than he could take, this man so proud. In his anger he took her life, All because she refused to be his wife. They said his mind simply snapped after this awful deed. And now he’s cursed to carry the devils seed.