The Devil's Hand

With eyes stark from everyone else 

A disgusting smell corners every aspect of my room 

It is dark and it is frightful 

Yet a part of me finds an odd comfort. 

Many a times one's voice calls out to me

"Do not listen to the calls of the Devil."

"Why?" I ask. 

It is not as though the sympathy is unpleasant. 

"Yes honey. It is. It exists to deceive you, to drag you away. Listen to me, darling."

I doubted it, I always had. 

Mother walks a path of Light

While Father is Neutral. 

When then, I question, is my route? 

A voice suddenly echos through my head

Its horse tone ringing sharply. 

My eyes twitch slightly

Sight distorted from where I stand.

This being tells me to hold their ghastly hand

I do, without bothering about the consequences. 

To do the right thing my heart screams

But the sheer solace of this voice calls out to me 

It is alluring 

It a vile force.

But it is lonely...and wholly unloved. 

And it needs a friend, a companion. 

"A foolish thought." The Atrocious one mused and yet...

The human hand that held itself out

Was so warm, so wholesome

And I now in control was going to tarnish it. 

The innocent child stared blankly at the wall, the purity it held

Had within a mere moment shifted to being my personal hand. 

The Devil's Hand

and as I smile with the sinless face

Wave with this hand now in my control.

"Lovely morning to you, dearest sinners. I have once more been awaken."