Intentions Of The Devil

For who trod on my alley,

Evermore espy me in a crowd.

Why reckon on orison of abbey,

As how the thumping gets loud.

I love to creep down your hall,

Limp along—whoever I fall.

Trying to lure by crooning call,

Liberty awaits… why pall?

I delight in the harmony of a violin,

So as I niggle it deep in the delf.

You might allude I ain’t a goblin—

For I’m the devil himself.

So dreamy goes my nocturne,

As the melody enriches to venomous.

Revives the dread you discern;

Alloy yourself—wraiths are anonymous.

I’ve endeavored for blue moon,

Sterling with heinous woven in my loom.

Brace for the sovereign dynamite,

For I have omitted no boon.

Claret dazzling in the goblet,

Blood spurting down the dome.

For it is written in the locket

That evil deluges the lone.

Pray alee the stairs while you glide,

As twilight growls àpropos night.

Preserve solicitous forthwith evermore,

As night growls àpropos bête noire.

So as imps come to light nigh dusk,

Your dream may outright rust;

For you’ll take the misery to heart,

Tout de suite evil may anon be robust.

Down the line, not late—

Blustering thud at the gate.

Whereas I’ve hit the town’,

Let’s have a teeny tête-à-tête.