The Devil

She moves in the shadows,

whispering to the devil,

of the darkest deeds,

in the cold and harsh night.

The devil refuses to hear more;

the hollowness never moving away from his eyes.

She begs and pleads,

licking her raw wounds,

but the devil still refuses.

She looks at the devil,

sees the light flickering around in his eyes,

sees the darkness waning away,

and understands,

he isn’t the devil,

that writes sins,

but he is her father.

And she dances in the shadows,

bringing the light back in,

with her father.