Clear this thing up , once for all
Is it only me who has this thought,
We, humans, found this world empty,
And still crave it, in the deepest of hearts.
Gloom is what we ‘seem’ to despise,
But it’s the law that we all abide,
Our hearts have a darkness, long suppressed,
It was a phase we were supposed to shed.
So when your heart grows heavy, it is not an emotion.
It is the devil inside set to rebellion.
He lurks and shirks from everything right,
And comes out when you shed the light.
Though who is bad, devil or god?
It’s wrong to judge, without measuring each odd,
Think of the devil as a man in prime,
Quick with words, quicker with a fight,
Terrible temper though exceedingly shy,
For some one close, he is ready to die.
And yes the devil is not altogether bad,
He cannot be, one whose love is sad.
And yes that may be difficult to surmise,
That he is just different which isn’t a surprise.
They came first into the world,
But had soon put it into chaos.
What with freedom and love of daring,
They needed a force for guidance and caring.
And that’s when gods came their way,
Not out of sympathy or compassion but out of their own emptiness.
It was the gods that made the devils.
Not just them but everything else.
Think of the gods as a woman divine,
Saintly, pretty, with an aura that shines.
Full of the good yet bitter sweet,
Envious beings, though loving and neat.
Yet a void in life made them hollow,
Made by the piece of soul their creations held.
So down they went to the middle earth
But whay they saw didn’t please them.
In their eyes, the devils were wrong,
Enviably free and fearfully strong,
To their dooms, the devils were sent,
Beneath the earth, in a dark hell they went.
Still the gods were uneasy in mind,
Consumed in anger, they remains blind.
To see that even gods could be mistaken,
And this time they really were.
So much so thay they were unable,
To distinguish the line between right or wrong.
Because, though the devil weren’t right
They definitely weren’t wrong.
But the god sat and councilled
and made up their mind.
Mankind they made, stout and strong
Heart like cages staked in them.
Couldn’t bear to kill what they made,
Yet sorrowful of the devils tirade.
And with will to leave the world to its own,
Moved the devils from one hell to another.
But the devils were strong and head fast,
Bold, wise, yet with emotions crass,
A vow they made to never let go,
Of the misery they have been shown.
Slowly, silently, they corrupted us all,
As the dogs of war slipped in Rome,
And deceit and death become a common plight
And mothers feared to let their sons out of sight.
But total destruction was not on their mind.
Love they catered for their own kind.
And soon came to care for us too,
So love still remained in the world,
And blossomed at times pitingly,
And the world grew in war and peace.
And that’s how goes the Tale of heart,
How of our lives, devils become a part.
It tells that once you let your demons free,
And let them cloud your mind and soul,
As they break their reigns and take over all,
They will do wonders, evil but great.
