Devil Incarnate He orderedthe finest whiskyas he sat at the barand buried his headThe time had comeIt would be a long nightLoomingHe considered in dread His clothes were ill fittingThey had seen better daysHe looked disheveled he knew, but couldn’t careHis thoughts on his purposeAs he nursed his drinkFocusedAvoiding the glare Nine fifteen, his mark enteredthe noisy barFullContinue reading “Devil Incarnate”