The devil may care.

He perched upon his great, grand throne

Of finest tooth and whitest bone

A fork of fire by his side

His clothes cut from rich sinners’ hides

And fanned the flames in the fiery pit

That warmed his feet whilst he did sit

And think about that bygone age

When those above still feared his rage

His blood did boil, his rage did swell

As he sat on his throne in his Kingdom of Hell

Like ageing porcelain, weathered and cracked

Veins lined his face with blood that was black

Then, all at once, he shouted a curse

So wicked it made even this damned place worse

He gnashed and thrashed and screamed and did shout

Then grabbed his fork, got up and went out

Time it was to have some fun

To wreak some havoc, rain fire upon

Those weak, soft bags of flesh filled with blood

To bring forth great suffering as only he could

He stamped his cloven feet and did call

For every creature that slithered or crawled

To do his bidding, spread forth his black seed

To undertake the darkest of deeds

He stood atop a lush hill and surveyed

The land he had chosen to bring first to dark days

A land that when last he’d walked on this Earth

Had been filled with happiness, joy and great mirth

He summoned forth legions of beasts from below

And considered how best to open his show

Pestilence, plague, brimstone or famine?

He smiled and set off for a night filled with damning

But wait, what was this? This couldn’t be right

Spread all around him, a pitiful sight

Men who had once stood proud and stood strong

Men who had fought and overcome wrong

Now brought to their knees, beaten and weak

Where once had stood heroes knelt only the meek

He searched high and low throughout that dark night

But hard as he tried found no good souls to blight

Old folk now dying, alone in cold beds

Good folk now used to remaining unfed

Sickness and poverty spread far and wide

Fear and hatred where once had lived pride

Filth in the streets and fear in sad eyes

A race of proud people now beaten by lies

Nick turned to his minions and sighed in despair

“We’re out of our league, lads, let’s go back downstairs”

J2H.