The Laughter.

The rain had poured for days to come,
the lonely woman poured yet another glass of old rum.

Her lips pressed upon the edge of the smooth glass.
The fumes of the rum hit her brain, for time to pass.

She sat there thinking, how intoxicated could she really get?
Dead hour came knocking, the demons infused a bet.

Clenching her jaw tighter than usual, she had agreed to the plan.
The demons laughed, they danced, they were her biggest fan.

They poured her rum, and they looked with dark eyes at what was to be.
They could not touch her, chained, she was alive and free.

Her heart burned with fury, her mind pooled with rum.
Time had passed, she was past drunk, and this would be fun.

She declared her love, to the darkness, she had opened the door.
There was a thump, the demons crawled to the floor.

Lucifer himself showed up, in honour of this lovely situation.
The demons ran, as he picked up the body, huge temptation.

His lips pressed upon the lips drenched in nothing but rum.
It was past dead time, he took her home, she had her fun.

Dawn came, flowers bloomed, season began to change.
The house grew empty, no one ever knocked, and that
was what was strange.

The story was folded, never spoken of again.
You can hear her laughter, through the house late, past ten.