satan sits upon a stool

satan sits upon his stool
dressed in silver satin
head held up and tilted some
he solemnly starts laughing
“their silky smoothly sanguine substance
will be mine for the taking!”
his eyes so wide stare into space
as his servant begins sulking

“what’s the matter, my dear cupid?
perhaps i have a solution”
“well you see, my master, sir
i can’t wait for this reunion
it is a time of celebration
since your sacred servants
soon will meet their anjel uncle
glorious, just and fervent”

“then why,” says satan, “must you cry
amidst this succulent day?”
“because, my sir, it seems to me
it is so far away!
luscious souls and skin and flesh
yours to savor sweetly
since to patience have I got
the wait seems an eternity!”

satan still is laughing and
poor cupid is in tears
satan stoops and softly stays
“let me cure your fears
yes indeed we have to wait
for mankind to be mine
but, my sad son, you will see
we’ll have forever to dine…”