the moon is a crazy

blaze

tonight

all the stars

pretending not

to notice

where is the

devil

when you

need him

he must

he reserved for

horror

what of a

poet

i am ready

to bargin

what need of

a soul

do i have

isn't it my soul

that burdens

my flesh

it is

surely my soul

that cause me

to fall

against my

minds good reason

i'd gladly talk

to a minion

if the big

cheese

is occupied

i'll trade anything

to be rid

or it

not to be pulled

to the other

hoping to complete

self

that is

hell

why worry

of the physical

tortures

at least the source

of which

is form the outside

you see

the devil

is just as

elusive

as god

i fear they're in

a meeting

dealing us cards

double dealing

drawing from the bottom

with marked souls

whoever is in

control

of mine

keep it

perhaps then

i would

could

have some hope

for my

heart

Hope is always alive and well...Believe it...

Wow enderra - I really like this. Nice to know we hold all our own cards in our hands.