Creative writing – Page 21 – A (wise) man of two faces

The Devil XV

The Devil knows us well,
is a hell of a salesman,
and is relentless.

Remember
love’s embers
once burned bright,
and lit the night,
before their slumber.

All things have their place.
Take care not to stay too long,
all have their time too.

There’s no reason
for the season;
laugh and play
the day away,
difficulties easin’.

The reaper rides forth
to do that which must be done
on a bone-white horse.

Wisdom has a price,
and The Hanged Man understands
the cost of the truth.

My body’s my own,
it belongs to no other.
I’ll decide how I’m known:
sister or brother.

When you get to know me better,
you’ll find it’s not that hard.
I’m more than a letter
on a laminated card.

I’m more than my hair,
my figure, or clothes.
And it may not sound fair,
but I chose what I chose.

So when we meet, please be kind;
respect what’s in my heart and my mind.

There is more to Strength
than armies, weapons, or war –
there is character.

Black and blue
are tried and true,
but give the bed
a splash of red
and see what it will do.

The Wheel binds us all
to the twists and turns of fate;
it alone is free.