The Enemy

There is only one antagonist In this story of life He appears in different forms, to us He works inside our minds There is only one, authentic foe From title page, to end On every leaf, your book bestows The impact of his sin But long before, your chapter one A misconception surfaced An image that won’t be undone Perception was it’s purpose This illustration left him red A pitchfork, tail and horns Imaginations would be fed But doubt would soon be born The epitome of a cartoon villain And star of Halloween An aching tooth in need of filling Hideous to extremes But, despite his soul’s appearance That’s never what we see He hides behind a face and scent An addictive recipe