A Tempter

by Stephen Ramsek

Thou art not the morning,
Though thou art still and quiet.
Thou art not the night,
Though thou art cold and dark.
You’re a slobbering slave of Belial,
A creeping, disembodied soul
Who tempts me with whispers
To look . . . to touch . . . to eat––
Get thee behind me!
And if you know what’s good for you, flee.