Created: April 1, 2023

In the shadows of the night, he lurks
A creature feared and reviled
Whispers of his deeds spread like murks
His very name makes the bravest child

They called him a monster, a beast
A creature of the dark and wild
But I’ve seen his true face, at the very least
This kid, he’s no mere monster, he’s the devil styled

His eyes, they gleam with an evil fire
His smile, a wicked curve of desire
His touch, a curse that never tires
His presence, the essence of hell’s entire

Yes, I’ve seen the truth, heard the whispers
This kid is the devil, the prince of sin
A darkness that never withers
A blackness that never thins

So beware the boy with the wicked smile
The one with the devil’s style
For he’s not just a monster, not by a mile
He’s the devil himself, with all his guile.