Demon Under the Street Light

In the distance it watches me

Bathing in the street light, yet incomprehensibly dark

Deceptively human in form it beckons me

I must have run all day, weak

It calls me through generations of sin

I move closer and it tugs at my every vice

I know its wrong but still I approach

Under its dark robe I recognize the cloven hoof

Still I move forward

The spell is broken by a white flash of innocence

My son beyond the Demon

He is running to Daddy but the beast is between us

The choice

Do I open robe and invite my son in

Into the pleasure, the excess, the satisfaction of sin, or

Do I strangle the Demon under the street light

 

 

 

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