It Appeared...

The man sat on his stool,
His fingers painted nimbly.
But suddenly before him,
A flash of fire ignited magically.

The man knew soon,
The fire was Satan.
But he stood up straight
And faced the Man.

"What do you want?
Why have you come?"
Satan stood quiet
Wondering where the man came from.

In a deep dark voice
Satan spoke few things
"Did you do right?"
Then he spread his fiery wings

It was like a mirror,
To his life now passed.
He stood still, and watched,
Watched his life, from first to last.

As a boy by the river,
Fishing and chewing hay.
Many days he passed
Down by the water at play.

His young teens, days of love
The special day on the docks.
They ran away together,
Across the beach of rocks.

Vows made to last,
She danced with his father.
Then they danced all night,
After a toast from his brother.

A son strong and wise,
Their love combined.
He grew quick, left by himself,
Leaving his parents behind.

The old man paused, as a tear touched his chin
And Satan stood standing still.
The man looked on,
As the Devil spread a grin.

His son returned 4 years later.
After he paid his due.
His son's bed was draped,
In a flag red, white and blue.

Upon his son's wooden case,
He tossed the piles of dirt.
His wife stood crying,
The man was truly hurt.

He stared at the Devil,
As the tears filled his eyes.
"Why would you take him"
But Satan didn't answer his cries.

He stared back at the past,
The scene was the worst.
Where his wife lay cold,
And he was how he was at first.

He could taste the salt,
In his constant stream of tears.
As he reached out to Satan,
And answered for those years.

"I didn't mean it,
I was confused and afraid."
Was the man's final plea.
But the man's life, was finally laid.

It all seemed fine to the man looking on,
It appeared a true and honest life.
But that man didn't know,
He hated his son, and killed his wife.