A Devil with no status,
Has nothing in this life.
No sunshine, no calamity; stratus.
His only consolation is strife.
Whether he jokes and laughs,
Plays and chaffs,
Or even innocently sheep or gaffe;
Beware.
Beware the chaos,
The hidden nature, the possibility,
That he can inevitably slay us -
Due to the ductility-formed by his debility's docility.
Beware his dance,
Beware his gaze,
Beware his face,
Beware his grace.
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A Devil with No Status
PoetryPoem regarding a person's fall from grace. Art is not mine. It belongs to its rightful maker.
