Dear Satan

Dear Satan,

Having already sent a letter to God (no reply yet) I thought that I'd also write to you, to see how the land lies between us at the moment. Perhaps sort one or two things out with you, a bit of straight talking between my demons and the devil, if you like... only kidding! Of course I realised a long time ago that what you say 'goes' and what you do... well, it's there for all to see.

Anyway, I've decided to write you a short poem, in homage to you. I hope you enjoy it!

My liege, you're pure darkness, you're the ice in my heart
You're the hate and the fear and you turn light into dark
And your hate is a beautiful rage, it's a nuclear explosion
You poison the seas and blight the land with soil erosion

My lord, you kill hope with despair and turn an eye blind
You turn water into acid and have all my demons aligned
You're a stab in the back, but always cloistered by guile
And you feed the preachers of hate with venomous bile

Dear Satan, you're the rope and the knot; the noose round my neck
And when we play cards you always pull Death from the deck
You're cunning and deceitful as you play all your devilish tricks
But you are there for me on speed dial, number six, sixty six

I know you get a lot of fan mail, but I hope you find time to read my verse of appreciation... hopefully you'll not burn it in the fires of Hell at least! Hey, don't forget that I'm the one fanning those flames and creating the thermals for that fucking vulture that's keeping a beady eye on me! I'm just saying, that's all, you know that you can rely on me... I'm going nowhere, am I? For god sake (apologies for the blasphemy there). Just needed to get that off my chest, sorry.

Your loyal subject

Xaphan