The Devil Has A Name Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Devil in the realms where darkness weaves its wicked schemes,
A name emerges, whispered in hushed dreams.
The Devil, a figure of malevolent fame,
Cloaked in shadows, his presence brings no shame.

With a sly grin and eyes that pierce the soul,
He plays his games, taking a sinister toll.
A master of deception, his words so sweet,
Luring souls to their downfall, a bitter defeat.

In the depths of hell, where fire and brimstone reign,
The Devil holds court, his evil domain.
With a crown of thorns and a scepter of sin,
He rules over the damned, their torment within.

But beware, dear mortals, for he roams the earth,
Disguised in charm, concealing his true worth.
In the corridors of power, he weaves his web,
Corrupting hearts, leaving chaos in his wake.

Oh, the Devil has a name, a cautionary tale,
A reminder of the darkness that can prevail.
So heed this warning, let wisdom be your guide,
Lest you fall victim to his wicked pride.