Sulfer

They made a bet on the devil’s cards.

They, who are doing good to themselves,

overlooking simple perjury but not

everything ends good.

Like hanging on a silver plate, either way

upside down, they buy into the sulfer.

The peakish, yellow compact powder

veiling the devil’s dark, his face set correct

and ready to make the deals- interim and

die hard permanent.

Mistakes as compiled in books, devoured

beautiful homes and folded good pair of aces

when least expected.

They could never tell its coming, and

the devil’s laid designs surely and hardly

for the commencement. Sulfer burns!

The breath of his speech choked their souls

and this is how they fell.

Sulfer is what the dirty prom conjured up,

he set the bait, they tasted the fall.