The Devil

 

He slithered on the floor,
Smiling and laughing all
The way.
I slapped at his face,
He screamed in glee.

He danced,
Making his red hair
Flutter.
His blue eyes burned
Bright,
As his voice became
Sharp.

He is my misery,
I think.
I hold my ears,
I can still hear his
Laughter.

I wanted him to
Snip the last thread,
And yet