Playing with the Devil
Steepled fingers and hooded brow
Cloaked face hidden in a cowl
Dark eyes soaked in devious malice
Venomous glance vile and callous.
Cards swiftly gathered then are dealt
Players hooked, sweet smoke is smelled
All gloomy and sinister shadows
Where demon muttering follows.
Players are all oblivious
Strain to gain insidious
Ultimate game where life is the prize
Eternity filled endless sighs.
The Devil plays the scheming game
Loser surrend’ring his name
Never could it have led to a win
Mortal soul drenched in mortal sin.
Game played out, the cards have spoken
Reaper now owns his token
None can deny a desp’rate outcome
Gambler looks up – the end has come.
Black pools of night draw his soul in
Hourglass spent, no more struggling
Body slumps forward, game is now through
The deck always stacked against you.
All hope has gone, no soul is left
Leaving the rest all bereft
The Devil wins loaded game of chance
Quits the table… no backwards glance.