The Trickster, and The Mortal

The light fades, a profound set of eyes gleam,
penetrating the darkness all around I see.
A few steps forward, I fall on my ass,
a push from the punishment, I keep fighting back.

I'm flushed of crimson, panting as I think,
what in the hell is after me, what do I need.
A chuck escapes the throat, a deep timer laugh,
chilling, dark, demonic, I again start fighting back.

He steps out of the way, saying in a compromising voice,
you can join me, only if you last a day in hell.
I laugh and state calmly, I bet you can't last a day in my internal hell.
The tricks of the trade, the knight of all doom.

We trade places, a new found power for I,
imprisonment once again for him, a scream escapes his throat now,
with a taunting voice I say, ha ha, welcome to hell.
He screams and changes us back and says, not a chance.

Oh now you're afraid you damn little puss,
A mear mortal can take on all of your power, but Satan himself,
can't take everyday life, You are nothing but a maggot,
squirming in the earth, nothing but ashes, from the fire.
Once amazing, but now nothing.