Devil's Visit

There were rumors that my room was bad,
Never believed till the day my room was dark.
I was reading a novel and lying on my bed
but got a lot of things going on my head.
All the stories I’d considered superstitious
were all I thought of as I took a surreptitious
glance at the door with my hand covering my face.
but my environment has changed and I’m in outer space.
Looking down at me were two bright lights.
They’re either eyes or I’ve developed poor eyesight.
I felt him close like there was nothing between us
but the voice came from all around, it was ubiquitous.
“I can help you make lots of dough,
you’ll sit back, relax and make puffs of smoke.
From down and broke, I can make you rich and famous.
Homeless to mansion, celebrities will be your neighbors.
So rich, your name will appear on Forbes’ list.
One condition and I will give you all these.
Just say yes, all these in exchange for your soul.
Say yes and achieve all of your goals.”
I gasped as I awoke, it was all a dream.
No, it isn’t. I know it’s real.
I still feel his presence and I tremble within.
Thinking of his offer, it’s tempting, really.
I know the purpose of the devil’s visit
and I’ll give in had I been pessimistic.
I believe in myself to achieve all my goals
And succeed I will, without selling my soul.
So, my answer to this harbinger of hell and death,
I say it loudly and not just under my breath,
“NO!”