Can you see him?
There! There!…dancing in the dark!
Beady red eyes, grotesque grinning face,
pointed ears on a tiny head full of lies.
The devil's own little man, gargoyle
from hell, he comes often and I
know him well!
He tells me stories from another time,
about people in his dirty little rhymes.
He teases, hisses, and whispers
indignities, blasphemy, and plants
doubts and temptations in my aging
mind.
The Devil he be, in my
conscious and inner sanctum
he forever resides with me.
