The Devil Came Calling Poem by Phil Soar

He spoke to me from beyond the grave
It scared me half to death
Suggesting I should join him
Was the scariest thing yet
I didn't know just who he was
Or how he knew my name
He claimed his fire was very hot
And my life had been insane

He said I'd been an influence
On those that trusted me
The fact I'd led them down this path
Was pretty clear to see
I started getting messages
From those who had passed on
They even left some voice mails
On my phone, while I was gone

And so he summoned me, in dreams
And I woke up so confused
Had he been hovering over me?
Or had I been abused?
The devil called me often
Which caused me some distress
I know I've been a bit of a tit
And now I'm in a mess