Laugh at the Devil
Kissing in the night light, showered by the moonlight,
holding hands tight by an easy flowing lake.
Frogs making croak sounds. Soft is the grassy ground
Wine on our lips for we’re lovers on a date.
Warm air licking light, tasting odors spicing night.
Trees disappear down a road dark and dense.
Out its dark loomed a speck, a galloping heat of mist, and yet
clouds of dust were absent which defied our common sense.
Closer came it. Nearer! Nearer! Distinct, its form became much clearer.
A pale horse, steaming, rode the Devil who us did find.
He stopped. We froze. His words did say,
“Which way to Boston? I’ve lost my way”
We pointed trembling. Then off he rode! Then off, we lost our minds.
We fell on grass in teary frantic laughter shrieking rampant panic.
Weak, our knees of jello wouldn’t lift us off the ground
‘til one lone frog cleared throat to croak in air perfumed now freed of smoke
and said “Oh Man! That’s one strange bloke.” The Devil turned around.
His eyes were frozen fractured eggs flaming red in hollow’d pegs
glaring us and frog with amusing oozing Hell.
“I’m not so strange as you may think.
With tongue you catch the flies, then blink.
For I am Appetite, the ruthless link, who rings your dinner bell.
I am your Hunger in the belly of the beast.
I am your Cunning that chases the feast.
I am your Agony in the pain of flesh.
I am your Deceit that kills Truth best.
But of all things my black-heart fills most with glee
is that a little bit of you has such a whole lot of me.
Ha! Ha! Ha!.........................Bloke!
Namyh
Kissing in the night light, showered by the moonlight,
holding hands tight by an easy flowing lake.
Frogs making croak sounds. Soft is the grassy ground
Wine on our lips for we’re lovers on a date.
Warm air licking light, tasting odors spicing night.
Trees disappear down a road dark and dense.
Out its dark loomed a speck, a galloping heat of mist, and yet
clouds of dust were absent which defied our common sense.
Closer came it. Nearer! Nearer! Distinct, its form became much clearer.
A pale horse, steaming, rode the Devil who us did find.
He stopped. We froze. His words did say,
“Which way to Boston? I’ve lost my way”
We pointed trembling. Then off he rode! Then off, we lost our minds.
We fell on grass in teary frantic laughter shrieking rampant panic.
Weak, our knees of jello wouldn’t lift us off the ground
‘til one lone frog cleared throat to croak in air perfumed now freed of smoke
and said “Oh Man! That’s one strange bloke.” The Devil turned around.
His eyes were frozen fractured eggs flaming red in hollow’d pegs
glaring us and frog with amusing oozing Hell.
“I’m not so strange as you may think.
With tongue you catch the flies, then blink.
For I am Appetite, the ruthless link, who rings your dinner bell.
I am your Hunger in the belly of the beast.
I am your Cunning that chases the feast.
I am your Agony in the pain of flesh.
I am your Deceit that kills Truth best.
But of all things my black-heart fills most with glee
is that a little bit of you has such a whole lot of me.
Ha! Ha! Ha!.........................Bloke!
Namyh