I met a man once
Who claimed he was the devil,
I took him to bed
In the back room of a used book store.
We drove through the countryside
While he enchanted me with poetry;
His sorrowful sonnets
Rang in my ears,
Revealing, with shamefulness,
His lifetime of fears;
Tears fell from my heart
As I took his hand in mine,
For I found that he and I
Held our fair share of troubled times.