The Devil Came Up To See Me

I once found myself sleeping all alone,
one night, dusk till dawn,
in a deserted old home,
big dark damp house in the middle of nowhere,
any friendly souls considered rare,

The air infested with silence,
my thoughts of imaginary violence,
feeling real yet surreal it kept quiet as a mouse,
No place to be alone, not in this house,

Time tick tocked on some around the clock,
light eyes became heavy, heavy like a rock
made my way to the outskirts of sleep,
not any need for the counting of sheep,

Fell asleep watching windy trees,
my eyes did open quickly,
I saw it, but it didn't see me,
my god I felt quite sickly,
It's blacker than a thousand nights,
I think I might just die from fright,
I know he's there,
not sure how, if he wasn't there then,
he's stood there now!

I stiffened up and held my breath,
until it seemed I had none left,
although it didn't make a sound,
I observed its shape and pound for pound,
this thing was of considerable size,
with big vein popping muscly thighs,
sporting horns upon its head,
wearing skin of colour red,

It's breathing now getting deep,
into my space it then did creep,
hair now standing on my head,
my whole body filling up with dread,
I pinched myself till it got painful,
the thing still there it's look disdainful,

My next thoughts were to clasp hands and pray,
that I might see another day,
my eyes became scrunched up real tight,
hoping I might see another night,
our father which do art in heaven,
wish it was morning, like half past seven,
Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come,
I wish I was at home with my Mum,
give us this day our daily bread,
please get this devil out of my head,

It was next to me now, I could feel its breathing,
I whimpered as a baby might when teething,
stood right next to me by the bed,
not one step closer could it have tread,
looking into my eyes, fuelling the fear,
then with earth shaking voice he mocked with a sneer,
clasp your hands in prayer, shut your eyes really tight,
when they open I'll be gone, but back in one night.

When my eyes opened it was as he claimed,
the morning had broken, he remained unnamed,
that day I made myself stern promise,
not again to be a doubting Thomas,

So every day now I do pray,
that he will go a different way,
and end by someone else's bed,
who failed to break their daily bread!