The Devil Came Out to Play

Deadly be the day.
The icy air blows
On my spine as
He gazes.

The ghosts of
His victims screaming
In the reflections
Of his eyes.

No mind could have
Invented the monster
In front of me.

The devil came out
To play.

No interegation lights
Will inspire words.

Chills stick their tingly
Needles into my skin
As he grins,
And starts to whistle.