NaNoWriMo Day 5 – Food for the Devil
Wayside fruits tempt passers-by
With the sweet juice they offer,
Ere Hallow’s Eve comes you may try
To take all that they proffer.
Once that ghostly hour has passed,
Pick no more to save your life.
That sweetest taste could be your last.
Bring you trouble, bring you strife
For the Devil rides a fiery steed
His burning form all aglow,
He’s come to satisfy his need
For fruit crumble down below.
