When the moon is full, I turn.
My skin just starts to burn.
The mind plays trick on me.
I am a christian don’t you see.
Hell opens up a bit to give us just a peek.
The dead get up and play, a game called hide and seek.
Demons, christians and warlocks join hands and sing a song.
They’re all one and the same and they all do get along.
They sing the stuff of legend in the glow of the first full moon.
Their singing turns to lusty shouts and no more are they heard to croon.
They dance and call for the devil as a cloud begins to hover.
The devil steps forth to claim them, after all, he is their lover.
His breath is fierce and hot and his eyes are like smoldering embers.
He is horny for all to see and he takes pride in his swollen members.
One penis, the devil does not have, he has to please his pets.
He opts to bless the doctors since the devil needs his vets.
Ah, the full moon and its powers, it brings forth insanity.
And then the devil walks the earth bringing chaos and calamity.
Pray when the moon is full and don’t get caught out in the night.
For if you meet up with the devil, remember, he has a voracious appetite!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland