It hides deep in his soul,
Yearning to escape,
In his words, it remains hidden,
But you can see it in his eyes.
The lust that lurks behind his kindness,
The flame in his soul is filled
With the stench of brimstone.
He hides his horns beneath the wide brimmed hat,
And no one would guess,
That the hidden darkness is pushing
At the gate.
Ready to escape into the world.
Would he cause havoc and despair,
No one would know that his broken heart
Is all that holds back the darkness.
The hidden darkness behind his green eyes,
Behind his gentle face.
He is the devil... a fallen angel,
But no one knows... no one sees...
The hidden darkness.
Robert J Nye (2007)