DICE WITH THE DEVIL

by Paul Hirst

As I threw the dice with my blood
like ice and I watched the black cubes
roll,I looked at Him and saw Him grin
as he hoped to win my soul.

Then He laughed out loud as the first
dice stopped because it had landed
on a three,and He only needed just
one more to win my soul from me.

Then His green eyes turned mighty
red and flames shot out His pointed
ears,and if looks could kill I would
be dead still as I saw his crocodile
tears.

For I had made my score with the
number four as the second dice
stopped face up,then He growled
at me and threw me His boots
and took off in His pickup truck.