My life for yours
the Devil said to me
while I stood
confusion writ upon my face
here Satan was
evil doer
meaner then a hornet
offering his life for mine?
What’s the catch?
I narrowed my eyes
waiting
I could see him fidget
his horns
they got a little glassy
abashed he looked
and I knew
there was something he did not want to do.
What is it?
What is what?
Innocence upon the Devil’s face
guile
tis not something I thought to see
but seemed to me
there was something he really wanted to ignore.
Frustration warred with resignation.
I watched each emotion pass
across brutish face
with a dangerously handsome cast.
Look do you really want to die?
Um no, does anyone want to die?
Narrowed eyes;
had I gone too far?
Nope
he still held out hope
that I would oblige
making his life a tad better?
Fine
I snarled
Let me pass
as with a snap
I was hurled upon bone hewn throne
a line
as far as the eye could see
and beyond
of demons big and small
male
female
I knew naught.
I know why now
The Devil played his hand.
He took his death upon the chin
all because this was the year
it was his turn
to play Father Death.
Turns out
one cannot really kill the Devil
and I already have my wish ready
for next year
when I make him pay double.
©Dec. 15/21
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