Devil

I’ve never understood the depiction of the devil in red.

Red for the fires one will endure, if they follow the plight of sin?

How can hell be made of fire.

Fire which is passion, it is fuel for love and courage, not hatred.

The devil is soulless, dark, and empty.

The devil comes to us when the blues of sadness have gone.

When the red fires of anger have subsided.

When gluttony’s green robes are full.

When jealousies purple monster is asleep.

The devil travels by shadow during day and in the darkness of night.