• There I stand
    Alone at the gate
    Final mission
    The Devil's domain

    With souls around
    Taunting my thoughts
    I opened the doors
    There, he sat

    He grabbed his fiddle
    I raised my hand
    I said, "How about a new game?"
    He smiled and laugh

    He tossed his tool
    Stood as a wall
    I pulled out my pen
    And began the bet

    I wrote stanza after stanza
    He snickered and flared
    A thick piece of parchment
    Flew just overhead

    He scribbled with ease
    And a master piece was born
    I looked done at my work
    I knew he had won

    But at the end of my phrase
    It spoke of a chance
    I could try again
    To be the very best

    I challenged him again
    He nodded with a smile
    I wrote only one stanza
    He lost his smile

    "Mortal or not
    I will not die
    My soul is more pwerful
    Than your sinful eyes!"

    Simple but sudden
    The devil had fear
    Of a mortal man
    A man of fear

    He sent me back
    I looked back and smiled
    "I will be back " I said,
    "With a new writing style"