Even the devil had to admitLife was no more fun in the thick of it
When fate called even him to repent
The black ink poured
Like sweat upon the brow
His magic words held not even vengeance
Pain was his only crown
A fall from the moon
He chanced to make his home anew
A broken horn on one side
And a question marked down to his lips
"What if...I was wrong"
Sang the devil in a remorse
Red and black made puddles at his feet
As he realized his home too was a damnation
A holy creature Who's name we know all too well
Appeared in a midst
In hopes to repent against the devil's spell
An actual sacrifice
No stage set to decide the match
A neck exposed
A ready angel's glare
In a writhing scene of rage, spared
The devil held in his dispare
The Light asked the dark a question"Are you sure you're ready for what has been prepared?"The devil sighed in anguish"It is only meant to be fair""3 days, that's all that's left to wait.And the revelation of the devilWill bring a close to the fated date"Then the world will knowEven the devil regrets one dayAnd repentance is shownTo all who have the faithTo make the change...The ink stains will fade last of allWhen the devil's maskIs laid at the stake.Dont be lateThis is going to be one hell of a show.©palewriter