Part 1 of a series of poems. (They make a story) |
As the darkness consumes a poor, lost, soul The Devil comes out, all ready to roll. He's out an about, so mums the word He's quit the dancer, or so I've heard Now that poor, lost, soul is wandering in strife For our friend, The Devil, well, he just took its life. As The Devil moves on, 5 little imps follow behind It's hard to get that out of my mind. One by one, they march on parade As dawn comes, they begin to fade. So back in Hell, they tease and taunt And the new workers start to haunt. The fire burns strong And the nights grow long. So back on the streets they go Single file, in a row. The 5 little imps begin to growl So The Devil shoots them a scowl. So on the hunt for another soul to claim They find a girl filled with shame. An imp named Natasha goes up to her and says "Do you feel pain" The girls replies "Yes. I do. It won't go away & they say I'm not sane". Lucifer, Eli, Xavier, Rose, Natasha, and The Devil go home This time they've brought back a child, one free to roam. Her name is Bec, she is 14 years old Her life was empty, her life was cold. The Devil knows what she's been through, and what he can do He gives her a dress to change into, its red, no more blue. Bec thanks him and says "What do I do now?" So he says "We have to kill you, I just don't know how". "Your body is still up there, you are just a soul". Says Rose "We have to kill you, to keep you down here. What do you suppose?' "A suicide? A murder? Cancer? I don't know!" Natasha said "A suicide it is!" Said The Devil, with a thought in his head. Back on the streets, Bec is hung And her finale song is sung. To Hell and back, every night 6 little imps, ready to fight. Ready for trouble and mischief, they giggle and scream Recruiting young souls, they make a great team. |