The Devil Poem by Michael Moorcroft

The Devil



It sat there,
Perched upon its chair,
And tried to make a lunge at me,
I backed with sudden care.

It hissed like a cobra,
Its claws struck my limb,
I grabbed a limp umbrella,
Its face was one of sin.

It jumped out the window,
It landed with a thud,
Whilst my arm pumped blood.
Eyes gleaming in the dark,

The creature had left its mark.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuck Audette 30 July 2009

You must be a right weird fella to have there a limp umbrella! -chuck

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Omar Ibrahim 29 July 2009

wow! ! ! fantastic!

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