The Devil Has Wings

Sarah Kuras

He

Is clothed

In a frock

Of owl brown

And six swimming swans

With tails white as snow crowns.

When this frocked he looks at me

My very soul is his vessel.

My limbs are stone and tender as clay,

The feather frocked he is Night’s entity.

Be careful to fall under his gaze

For you will be seduced as well.

So, tread carefully little

Prince who refused but fell.

For devils with cloaked

Wings dark as coal

Devour

Man and

Soul.