Knock, knock, knock!
Who is there?
The Devil of assignments..
uncompleted.
Floating in thin air.

He cometh now
to show you
that he doesn’t bite.
To gaze into
The Eye of
highest heaven
that he used
to worship,
like a madman..
day and night.

He hath reformed.
For, now he gazeth
lovingly only
into The Eye of
deepest depths..
The Moon.
Besides,
the wicked one
shall vanish
in a cloud of smoke
to a location
far, far, far away..
so very soon..
this time for good.

And all that shall
remain of us
is but a memory
of times
you never mention..
of a love that came
from strangest
of admirers,
who wrote you
many poems,
that you never
bargained for..
and yet for which
you were
the inadvertent
spark of light.

Yay, life is strange,
dearly beloved
stranger, it is true..
but human folly
makes it stranger
still, alright..
it doesn’t sparkle
anymore quite how
it used to.

That is so
because you’re now
merely The One..
among The Many
of The All
I left behind.