The Devil - 15

Fool stood astride with her hands on her hips,

a scowl on her face and a pursed pair of lips.

 

'You should be ashamed you great naughty goat.

You tempt then enslave, you wily old stoat.

Your darkness corrupts the purest of souls,

I wouldn't touch you with the longest of poles.'

 

The Devil rolled his big brown eyes and gave the weariest of sighs.

 

'Do you know how hard it is, misunderstood on such a scale?'

He yawned as flames around him hissed, and twitched his little pointed tail.

 

'Look closer fool at the shackles they wear,

they are loose and unlocked...is this not fair?

I may attempt seduction with my thousand glittering things,

but many choose their freedom still and walk upon my wings. 

I weep when one falls deep for me, I am part angel don't you know?

I also soar to greater heights when one climbs high who once was low.'

 

A solitary shining tear slid down the devils face,

and in its splintered surface, fool saw a shard of grace.

Atop the burning pedestal it landed with a splash,

and turned into a butterfly in one sweet shimmering flash.