Letter to the Devil

When I was innocent...

When I was a child...

You came to me whispering...

Telling lies and invoking the demons

when none would see but me.

They came to me dancing,

and smiling a sharp tooth grin...

From the darkness under the bed,

or in the closet,

or from my mind.

I cried. I feared you.

And none would see but me.

With my ear to daddy's door...

locked up tight.

If I screamed, would he hear?

No. He would not see you.

He would not protect, just rebuke...

and send me back to your playground

where your whispered your lies

and spoke your heresy...

And your servants materialized before me.

And none would see but me.

Now. All grown up...

Mark my words,

for I have marked His.

You are beneath me.

Under my feet...

as a serpent with a crushed head.

Soon.

You will be my footstool.

I will judge you and your demons...

Your wings broken,

you will pound your hateful fists

to the ground strewn with the ashes

of your servants.

I will declare you guilty...

and defeated.

I will wonder,

is this he who deceived the nations?

Then I will turn my back

and forget you...

and isn't that

what

you

fear?