Satan visits often,
He arrives at dead of night;
He councels me
Where I should be,
He exhorts with all his might.
Satan visits often,
I find him in the dark;
Tine figured head,
Eyes fiery red,
A prong to make his mark.
Satan visits often,
Ghostly in his cloak;
My troth to break,
My soul to take,
My very faith to choke.
Satan visits often,
Expounding where I'm wrong;
He effects his say
Till break of day,
He attests where I belong.
Satan visits often,
Bearing bread and wine;
I may not know
Which way I'll go...
Mayhaps with him I'll dine.
The Devil Comes Calling
Alan S Jeeves
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Poem topics: dark, faith, night, red, head, soul, wrong, bread, belong, Valentine's Day, break, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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