Your Move Poem by Neso Onyeuche

Speak of the devil,
and they shall appear—
a different face for every fear.

Utter their name,
they'll come running, I swear!
Heralding pain with impeccable flair.

Merely a whisper
is more than enough
to summon their torment—
their grittiest stuff.

Your devil is pumped,
they've waited awhile,
idling about
with their evilest smile.

Your move, dear reader—
what will you do?
All that they need is an invite from you.