Devil Devil. I saw him slither;
smiling in my coffee froth.
Halfmoon broken smile, sack cloth,
sixpence silver eyes - warning, mocking.
No the worst of omens.
But it begs the question now,
to alert (or not) our dear Romans?
...begging to make good,
on an unfulfilled vow.
Devil Devil so scintillating smiling soon;
gone with your neap-tide moon.
Gossip tongue to a jubilant tune;
Devil Devil, you speak too innocently.
Snatched stories from saucer and pot,
make me accomplice to your plot?
With one mouth serve,
with one ear take,
with one word shake,
with one fist break.
I'd leave such sincere song and sacrament to priests,
for my own heart's sake.
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