The Devil’s Grin


On the midst of the ancient hills where sunlight ran for days
Came a tainted monk who escaped from his grave
He was hunted by demons of fiery depths of hell
With wick ever faces that the monk dare not tell
He was saved by a woman, shrouded by a hood
With an angel voice of kind, he'd believed her to be good
They ran the springs to run from the beast
But the monk is not a free at the least
Run from demons, run the fire, from the wicked, from the desire
A soul forever chained by sin
Fears the Devil and his evil wicked grin
The next morning when the Monk was led by the her
Something strange from her face soon began to stir
He'd asked the woman to remove her hood
But did no such thing as she slowly stood
Claimed the Devil took her pretty face
Left her a life that would in disgrace
But when the man tried to help
Something from the woman made her skin like kelp
It soon became clear, that the Devil was right here
Run from demons, run the fire, from the wicked, from the desire
A soul forever chained by sin
Fears the Devil and his evil wicked grin

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