The Warrior

The Devils in town.
I seen him around.
He moves like the wind,
to get under your skin.

He sent me an email.
He walked through my door.
In August wearing fur,
he caused quite a stir.

I asked him to leave,
like asking a tree.
He denied he was there,
He just stood and stared.

Then I saw him in many.
The sin it was plenty.
Like playing a game.
He called me by name.

Evil, I called him.
Through eyes so dim,
he looked back at me
but me he didn't see.

A warrior looked back.
With him I don't slack.
I fight with the light
of the ever moving night.

Through darkness I shined,
pure heart conquers crime.
The Devil is dead.
His death is so red.