They say you can find the devil in a casino
And he takes the form of a crow
Whose feathers are as white as freshly fallen snow
With a blood red beak curved like a scythe
And talons that could take a life
Sending someone 6 feet below

They call him:
A trickster,
A traitor,
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
A liar,
A cheater,
A being of loathing.

So when he reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a gun,
The best thing to do is to get up and run.



Note: I'd love to hear people's interpretations of this poem! Think you know what/who it's about or have your own original idea? Leave it in the comments! I'll try my best to reply (If anyone actually guesses what/who, I'll give them a lil reward )