Supping with the Devil

We set the long spoons
And, superstitious, hung symbols,
Signs that someone said
Protect us from the beast.
As if a crucifix could save
Us all from hell beyond the grave
When wide eyed and credulous
we’d sunk in sin he’d sold us.

When he came it was all charm;
Quite urbane.  ‘There is no harm
In hearing what he says’
Indeed the night went well
With jolly talk and not a sign of hell.
It seemed such fun to try out all his ways.

Only, when the party over,
Did the hangover begin,
And stuck in tangled webs we wove
Deceit span into folly and we
Understood we were too lost to save.



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