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I See a Devil in the Fog

Kebin Stormchaser

I see a devil amidst the fog,
It followed me through the bog,
I knew of it following me,
Its red eyes I can plainly see.

It is nothing of the Light,
And I can see it in the night,
It’s followed me home.
I know I’m now not alone.

Breathing, panting, leaving me trapped,
My heartbeat, it is quite rapt.
Stuck within our own home,
By ourselves, we’re all alone.

I hear it now, listen son!
Go o’er, go fetch my gun!
I say enough is enough!
Time for us to get rough!

The door implodes, and there he stood,
Quite a sight that scared me good.
I take aim at this spawn of Hell,
Boom goes the gun, we hit him well.

Shocked that we fought back, I do say,
As the demon made quite a getaway.
I say, let’s scare him, let’s follow him,
Let’s make sure its future is really quite grim.

I see a devil in the fog,
We chased it through the bog.
Guns a booming, us a hooting,
We had a blast, keep on shooting.

We got him cornered, he’s in the ditch.
Let’s get that old son-of-a-bitch.
Take aim, lad, and end him now,
Then let us turn it into chow.

On our way home, carcass in-tow,
We’ve had quite the time, such a show.
The devil is no more, hooray!
Its debt, it is now quite paid.

Kebin Stormchaser has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Kebin's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Kebin's latest works:

I See a Devil in the Fog

Submitted Dec 31st 2009, 12:37