Song Of The Devil

Can't you hear,

When the Devil comes near,

It never goes wrong,

It was the Devils sond,

He sings it with grace,

Though you can never see his face,

He is beautiful in his own way,

He can do what he may,

His cloak trails behind him,

As if he were the reaper, Grim,

He reap and kills,

Its where he gets his thrills,

He never lets the blood spill,

Only when he's had his fill.

Author's Note

This is a new version, thanks to a certain someone, I have corrected it... Revews please...