The Devil

By Lissa Howe

He's here again,

This time not to talk,

He stands pushing the table over,

He thrashes at me,

Wanting to bring in the kill,

I stood and said,

"I stand up before you, In the way of many soul, and I won't move."

He Locks his hooves ready to charge,

Swinging his sharp claws begins,

He Slashes My arm and knocked me over,

Then I wake,

From a horrible dream,

I look in fear,

My Arm Is covered in blood.