The Devil

The idle mind harboured the devil's workshop, and since 

This was the devil itself, it gave in to, surrendered to,

The most despotic tendencies of a grotesque gambit -

Thriving on the pain of others, the hurt music to the devil's ears,

The devil really did feed on schadenfreude.

A manipulation of heartfelt emotions - his favourite sport,

Narcissus himself should fall short of the love the devil had for himself,

And all of what was malicious, pure fell.

Hegemonic thoughts of unchallenged dominance playing a waltz 

In that possessed mind, it was as though,

The devil had oh so intricately plotted an utter decimation,

And he would not stop until he would have things his way - 

The diabolical being that he was.

The idle mind had fallen prey, long before, to the lures of the devil, 

The fiendish otherworldly. It had never been resilient enough,

To shield itself from those devastating charms, 

The disastrous seduction satiating its avarice - 

And now the devil guffawed, sadistic laughter, 

While he foresaw the utter price he would make pay.