He never saw it coming
no way to prepare
his eyes were as black as his soul;
no way that he could spare
a loving smile that creases in full glow
like coals burning bright with one blow
of fresh air to a pair of collapsed lungs.
Ashes of a thousand obliterated dreams
blows through his nostrils, his heart
bleeds molten lava over all the broken
promises, empty confessions of love that
she uttered to him again and again, and all
the false starts he made in hopes of a fresh start.
Time had served him cold lumpy grits, tepid murky water,
a charred t-bone steak then taunted him to make due.
Time likes to think it knows all, but he’s
been full off the bones of the dead, devoured
visions of the blind and made music on
the throats of the mute.
He had suffered this long
so let bygones be bygones
and sing another song
of an eternity too long.
He had become the souls of many
the Devil bought for a penny
but even the Tormentor had to back up and confess
that even he needed a day of rest
to figure out just what he had created
but it was on this day that it-
a horn sounded and by some miracle, the Devil fell
packed up his things and left Hell speeding to Heaven and rang the doorbell
citing a new Prince arose and stole his throne
but God never gives the Darkside a bone.
The King said only God can help you now,
but for a small fee,
do what you were originally created to do, get on your knees and bow.
He couldn’t do it, he just couldn’t do it!
But he had nowhere to go, no place to sit
playing God hadn’t been what’s it’s crack up to be
people think it’s a real big hit.
So the Devil slithered back to the entrance of his cave
knocked, whispered and waved
trying to capture the dark soul’s attention
and not to mention
whose taken interest in this new life
she didn’t even have the decency to be ashamed
he should have cast her aside lame and maimed.
The Tempter curtsied and offered a proposition
that had never truly been in his evil disposition
he’d give back everything that he stole, this time it was no lie
if this dark soul went bye bye.
The dark soul agreed but threatened one vow
he’d return and the Devil would never know how
if he so much as reneged on his deal
for him- his life would not get a repeal
he’d burn in the lake of fire God so graciously extended
now he needed a nap, playing the Devil left him winded!