Demon Under the Street Light
In the distance it watches me
Bathing in the street light, yet incomprehensibly dark
Deceptively human in form it beckons me
I must have run all day, weak
It calls me through generations of sin
I move closer and it tugs at my every vice
I know its wrong but still I approach
Under its dark robe I recognize the cloven hoof
Still I move forward
The spell is broken by a white flash of innocence
My son beyond the Demon
He is running to Daddy but the beast is between us
The choice
Do I open robe and invite my son in
Into the pleasure, the excess, the satisfaction of sin, or
Do I strangle the Demon under the street light