King of Hell

A while ago, I was looking for short film prompts, when I came across this short story prompt.

It inspired me, so I turned a short story prompt into a poem prompt!
In light of it being Spooky Season, here is said Spooky Poem:

Some years ago I sold my soul for a man I no longer know.
The spell worked for a little while, albeit it was slow.
But it wasn't an unhappy end, we knew it had to cease,
Perhaps my payment wasn't perfect, or I signed the wrong lease.

I said the chant and drew the circle, stepped to the inside,
I wondered if I'd see the light, or if I'd just stay blind.
But then he came in a burst of flames; laughing, having fun.
I told him what I needed, then a handshake; it was done.

The devil was never evil to me, I thought he was my saviour.
Then recently he came to me and said 'I need a favour'.
He told me it was payment for the happiness I'd had,
Cause now he had a problem: his followers? Turned bad.

You'd think the devil's followers were all bad through and through,
But apparently everyone went to him, it didn't matter who.
He told me I would meet him soon, and stay there by his side,
As long as I could rally them, to salvage Satan's pride.

So I told him I would help him out and make him King of Hell again,
I told the rebels of his struggle, turned them to my side but then
I trapped the devil in My hell, within the Earthen realm,
And I took His Hell for my own, and now I'm at the helm.

So remember this short story, for what I tell is true.
The devil isn't evil, but evil could be you.


                                            -c.h.f