DINNER

DINNER WITH THE DEVIL

Covered in the veil of evil,

Cursed to dine with the devil,

Was Yours truly, who wore a sullen face,

Starring in dismay with a relentless pace

Especially where the Devil himself sat.

Across me our eyes inevitably met,

His reddish teeth at me grinning,

My body sweltering as my head was sent spinning

With fear, examining his laced gown of black,

Jumbled up in tatters like a scarecrow, a bald head

A wrinkled ugly face and long nailed fingers.

Apart from him was a dish of unappetizing food

Warm salad, burnt rice, raw meat with no soup

In addition to the smelly thick red wine-

That sent my head aside

I could not withstand it, instead I spat

At it but him smiling, continued to eat

Enjoying himself while I was not

He never cared I was not

Only his scornful grin as my bile rose above limits

I had to vomit in response

Wishing had I refused the invitation, my appearance

I would have eluded this excruciating experience

When I was cursed to dine with the devil

Veiled by darkness of evil.