The Devil's loose in Jersey

An Epic poem of shorts.

Twas the Fourth of August,

And the Sun stood beating down;

I walked a path out of back water town.

Insects were steering

And nature abound.

I saw a man standing on the

Path farther down.

Wearing the finest attire

And draped in black

He looked as though he had rode in on Lucifer’s back.

I walked forward

And greeted him in the humblest of ways

To which he quickly asked if I had the time of day

          “Just sign my little book

          And be more powerful than belief!”

I quivered and asked

          “Can I fly higher than the sky,

          Or be as light as a leaf?”

          “Yes, yes! Of course.

          Whatever your need.”

So I did properly ask

          “Who be thee?”

          “The Devil of Jersey if I must be called:

 But the Leed’s child above all.”

          “Well Mr. Leeds I shall be on my way.

          I will tip my hat and say: good day.”

          “Please, please! Just a piece of your soul

          I promise damnation is not my ultimate goal.”

          “No, no, no. I must be on my way.”

          “Fine! Be that as it may!

Have a good life and a dreadful day.”

So we walked by one another and I live despite what he did say.

Soul unabridged and smirking all the way.

 

Reviews

[Suki]

wow this is cool.
I like it a lot
Especially this part:

Wearing the finest attire

And draped in black

He looked as though he had rode in on Lucifer's back.

I thought that part was exponentially awesometastic.
great write. keep it up bud

[Beka]

This made me laugh.
The way it started reminded me of the Devil and Tom Walker.
But I do like it.
Not truly epic though...
Keep writing.
I do enjoy reading.