A Determined Devil

As I lay another cedar beam plumb for our home smoke plumes, serpentine and sulfuric, interrupts the sunshine, I look below the ridge, Eve standing silent with weapon in hand, a woman so grand, panic has no nest in her person, fear has no finger on her pulse, I move like lightning to war by my Lady's side, Valley vandels have come, scortching field fruit, searing insidious signs into our peach and apple trees, incarnate, the Devil disheveled with a defunct posse of three approaches me, hailing not from a city of angels but from a ghetto of ghouls, mean and ugly like ignorance injured by the ivory tusks of innocence, a madman desperate for the destruction of Divinity, unskillful and wishful for lies to come alive, he's a scribbler scribe, a dribbler riddler a stereotype simpleton, frontin and gruntin fallin short of the great gangsta idol, just a stereotypical imbecile, a pencil with no lead, burpin chicken feathers claimin them to be the silk quill of Angels, I turn to Eve now with eyes saying now is the moment for demise, briefly, before before I strike steel across the throat of Hell itself our first promise to each other repeats in my memory, " I forever fight for you " as her brown eyes convince me of loyalty, love royal, she rips her blade through his groin as I open a river across the throat of this terrible thug... By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.