Him

His hand,
His arm and foot,
Through the opening door.

He slithers in and
Takes a bite of the Apple
On the table.

He takes flight in the dreams
Of the young and
Screams echo from her bedroom.

He moves the mountains
To block the Sun.

He shuts the door
And slips the pill into that drink.

He pulls triggers
And lights fires.

His cold tongue sweeps up and down
My spine.

His are the whispers that force me
To take shallow breaths
Of evil and fear.

His are the fingers that
"click 'yes' to upload."
The eyes that view them
Are his.

His ways are labeled as
Teen hormones,
Intoxication,
Insanity,
Incest.

He is the one with
The lost puppy and the free candy.

His fiery eyes and charred heart
Make my fingers tremble.

He is a fallen angel.
A traitor.
A liar.
And, in no way, is he equal.

He is evil,
And he is no match for God.