As many will notice and or point out. this peice is inspired by, and more than loosely based on the plot of the 1997 movie "The Devil's Advocate" Regardless, the words and thier order are mine so I consider this my peice.


I sit in the woods counting my goods.
Till I hear a cry and proceed to lie.
For a man riddled with guilt,
Who is full of money to the hilt.
He hath stole from another,
But this is not clear to any other.
I look to this man and state,
I can get you off post haste.
He does not believe these words I relate,
So I decide not to make him wait.
The facts of the matter in his ear I utter,
He is shocked for this is known by no other.
He asks how I knew but I simply ensue.
"My instinct is keen and my success it sheens,
And I can redeem you much easier than it seems."
He asks of who and where I am from,
But of this information I have none.
My father is unknown and my mother alone,
My dear wife why she simply sits at home.
A day or so passes and I convince the masses,
This man hath not stole, He hath paid in full.
Another who knew of what I had done,
Steps to my side and lets the offers fly.
My greed and my pride take over my hide,
And soon I find I have accepted his offer.
My wife at my side keeping pace,
We soon arrive at our new place.
My neighbor she states this be a family locale,
By I pay no attention to this silly gal.
As time passes and my success takes over,
I find my wife growing colder and colder.
She says this is wrong but I assure her it's not,
But she is convinced of an alterior plot.
One day she erupts and I can no longer hold her,
So reluctantly I turn her over.
I love my wife with all my heart,
So I was destroyed when she did depart.
Later that night my mother came to my side,
She sat down and this she did cry.
"My son, my child your father is here,
He is that man that you revere."
It seems she had known all along,
For him to find me it seems did not take him long.
Something sets into my mind,
I relize that is was no mistake that me he did find.
For he was wathing as I did grow,
He seemed to enjoy my greedy show.
I went to him and he told to me,
That ever powerful I could be.
My sister he showed me and I was torn apart,
for he wished copulation to take part.
He said he needed a family for all this to be left,
My head was swirling with the heft.
He couldn't force me no matter how his much power,
For not even he can make this man cower.
So here I stand desicion made,
And suddenly I take my trusty blade.
Through my heart it does head,
and I fall over totally dead.
He screams and burns and my sister dies,
For they were caught in thier own sweet lies.
The choice was mine and the choice I made,
So here I sit in that old familiar glade.
The man of much money he cries and cries
But I will no longer tell his lies.
That fateful contact never made,
I travel alone across the glade.
I now sit at home no longer alone,
I care not that I be The Devil's Own.

Lawrence E.
April 9, 1998