The grass is shaking
the trees are quaking
quivering in their wooden shoes
the sun is swimming upside-down
all the summer leaves are brown
devil-friend I met you
The birds are twitching
the bats are itching
eager to escape
the fish are crying
the geese are trying
to forget your dirt-black cape
Dear devil-friend
I met you
dancing in my dreams
on the foothills of ambition
you laugh + point + sing
at the summit
while i'm crawling on the floor
watch me
accumulate
regenerate
walk backwards out the door
to climb that holy mountain
and engage you on the peak
stop
shake hands +
speak
devil-friend I'm not afraid
I do not believe in fear
you are not the architect
nor summoner of tears
I have no fear
I know i'll die +
that will be the end
so throw your slings + arrows
at me
devil-friend
