The Devil(S) In Disguise. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

She said, 'The devil? Horns, I thought it true.
But wrong, he's neat, in a suit, brand new.
He's kind, polite, a sweet surprise,
A shining smile, that hides dark lies.'

She hurried on, a Sunday stroll,
A man appeared, and made her lose control.
Her bag dropped down, he bent so low,
And picked it up, a gentle show.

'Miss, ' he warned, 'the devil's near,
With horns and guns, filled with dark fear.
He'll fight and kill, you'll see his face,
A wicked sight, in this dark place.'

He walked her home, a gentleman's guide,
'A girl like you, should not reside,
Alone and free, the devil's treat,
He'll steal your soul, and leave you beat.'

She thanked him twice, and shut the door,
Checked in her bag, there was no more.
She said, 'The devil? Horns, I thought it true.
But wrong, he's neat, in a suit, brand new.
He's kind, polite, a sweet surprise,
A shining smile, the devil in disguise.'