Devil in Disguise

Mysterious man
spoke oh, so quietly
came seeking shelter
I gave it, willingly

(I thought)
everybody hurts sometimes, and
There but for the grace of God, go I.’

He offered me a smile
rare twinkle in his eye
and myself
(once needing solace)
having discovered the hand of friendship
extended him the same.

Asked what could I do for him.

“I want your soul”  He said.

A chill washed right over me
I froze right there and then
knowing the presence of pure evil

“Only the devil would ask for my soul.”
I calmly replied.

“Perhaps I am the devil.” He smiled
once again.

“Yes, I think perhaps you are.”
I said with courage I hoped
I owned.
“Sorry, but my soul is not for sale.
Go ply your trade elsewhere.”

His eyes twinkled with
the fires I knew were from hell.
He smiled again politely
turned his back on me
and went on his way.


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Of course I used a bit of poetic imagery in this but years ago, a man I felt sorry for once because he seemed lonely and in need so, tried to be his friend and, we did actually have that conversation.  Needless to say, it was not a friendship I pursued but, it’s something that I’ve never forgotten.

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