Satan By Hannah Stanfield.
He walks like any normal guy,
but runs with fire.
A haze of rage, sputtering out of his
abrupt paced soul.
Licks of the flames tingle innocent souls' minds,
as he picks up from where he has left off.
Another heart, torn, as he paces past everyone.
He takes a break, but no, this is only his beginning.
Not the start of what has happened in a community,
No, it is a new start for him, as he takes each different heart
and spurs it of its might, and regaining the power.
After he is done, the light of the person is lost,
Sending them forth into where their doom may be met if
they are not strong enough.
We call this man Satan.