in the shadowed
corners, in the
darkest moments
there is the devil
with his sleek and
slimed pitchfork
his eyes alight
like glowing embers
his toothed and curled
smile, sharpening his
blackened claws on
my regrets and misgivings
stamping and stomping
his cloven hooves
counting out all the
things i hove around
this great big world.