“I fell into Hell from the sky,”
Said Satan at his latest ball.
We talked of of Adam’s and Eve’s fall.
“Now I wear a fine suit and tie,
Feel neighbors’ pain whene’er they cry.
My shadow is here to your left.
I always leave my friends bereft.
The water brings me many souls.
And shoreline into which sin rolls.
Beware the ocean and its depth.”
Lately I’ve been trying to hone me poetry skills by taking advantage of Ronovan’s prompt. This is me second consecutive poem where Satan is a character, but I write quite often about others too.