Musings on a Demon

A Poem by J.F.Davids

I am fascinated by the literary characteristics of Lucifer and I like to pretend that Satan is the same presence throughout the timeline of humanity.

I met the devil last night.

Our crepuscule became the light

Of Hell's Fire's flames

Inside the satin-lined,

silver locket

That Lucifer keeps clasped in his hand

But slightly ajar,

protected in his left pant pocket.

He seemed to pity me.

"The world is perfect"

He said that the earth has man to blame...

"Son. Find yourself. First and Foremost.

Find the words that say the least and do the worse

For man is wicked by Nature.

Beware the chaotic entropy ensuring the destruction

Of 'now' in order to ensure our future.

You're not an adult. You're 23.

We're actually not that different, you and me.

I bet you write in all caps and still can't take naps;

You probably think you can save the Saranap

With a simple tap of your wine glass.

Euphemisms aside, it's unfortunate that mankind

Failed to find the relevance in human "nature."

Nature is chaos.

To think any differently

Is unfortunately tolerable

In most cases.

The experience. The condition. The nature...

F**k, look, kid, everyone needs a guardian angel,

Even old souls... So, take care and good luck."

I awoke. Why would the devil like me? Because I am logical and moved by apathy? Or is it the uncertainty? I am uncomfortable with the idea of what I am here for. I am not sure that I can save the ones I have already agreed to save. The Devil, and Me, and Responsibility. I think Lucifer has always known better, I mean, he was God's adversary: satan, Lucifer, the Devil, el Diablo, the Fallen Angel; these are all names for the same entity. I am Mankind's adversary and this must be why the Devil likes me. I have been controlling my emotions and the emotions of those around me since I was little.

An immature savior.

I then opened my eyes.