Devils

It wasn’t in the month of May

that life became a devil thing

and I know that well for here I am

held prisoner by November.

Soon, soon, soon, release will come

and I’ll step into December

but I know from then until today

devils follow angels.

But when behind they’re building strength

to one day overtake and trip

the good and innocent

and how silently they grow and grow

seeking always, wishing for,

acknowledgment and praise.

So sad the tale of those in need

that only through an evil deed

can make their presence known

but never in their life and times

gain an ounce of praise.

So be it then; devils follow angels

working hard, so very hard,

for praise that never comes!