Sleeping to hide,
Under the sheets to hide,
Closing our eyes to see no more,
As it stands out our doors and lawns,
The devil I mean
Not with made up horns,
Or some cartoony pitchfork,
But with a suit and tie,
Sharp grin and red eyes,
With a briefcase with the Secrate of hell,
But it’s all when it rains,
He walks among us casually,
She won’t stab you in the back
It won’t even hold malice in its actions,
But watch among the crowd of a losing game,
Or just standing with on watchers of a death,
Maybe just standing under a tree in the rain, hiding among objects of many kind,
The devils is both a he and a she,
But also an It about many things,
So don’t fear in the night,
But when it rains,
Because it is when “bad” is embodied.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 7:56 PM UTC
Sleeping to hide,
Under the sheets to hide,
Closing our eyes to see no more,
As it stands out our doors and lawns,
The devil I mean
Not with made up horns,
Or some cartoony pitchfork,
But with a suit and tie,
Sharp grin and red eyes,
With a briefcase with the Secrate of hell,
But it’s all when it rains,
He walks among us casually,
She won’t stab you in the back
It won’t even hold malice in its actions,
But watch among the crowd of a losing game,
Or just standing with on watchers of a death,
Maybe just standing under a tree in the rain, hiding among objects of many kind,
The devils is both a he and a she,
But also an It about many things,
So don’t fear in the night,
But when it rains,
Because it is when “bad” is embodied.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
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