One may of course, possess such things…
But of consideration for the Devil…?
Lest we forget the shameless nature of that thing
After the day fades, and the fear of night begins
Lest we forget and find embarrassment
In having the will to walk away
In shining our light… on all that knowledge
of such darkness brings
Don’t be afraid
I implore you to the utmost
To terrible depths, and from the jaws of lantern fish
the evolution of terrible past, and how it did teach this horse to sing hymns
a strong arm on the left hand path
or a red right hand planting blinding seeds in the cave
I’ll never ask you to follow me
I’ll just keep walking
God forbid, the footprints
make a poster child
of all desire forbidden, for the carry on call
of fear and needful dreams
The Haunted Typewriter 