The Devil's Aide

 In honor of those lives lost in Aurora, I wrote this poem. It conveys every single thing I think about the subject.

 Here is The Devil's Aide-

Somebody hurts today, many hearts mourn,

Because an idea, was wickedly born,

A man with a future took the devil aside,

And promised him aide, he promised him lives,

He took on the shadows, the evil of night,

The blood on his hands, his soul without light,

Dark in a theatre the villain strode in,

Pretending, role playing taking many victims,

Shoot once, shoot twice til blood stained the floor,

Then craved the feeling of taking some more ,

As smoke choked the air and screams rang too clear,

No hero could ransom them, those lives held so dear,

Some were left wounded, some raced for the door,

Many left wondering would they live one day more?

Who was this man to take life in his fists,

And give no concern to the loved ones they’d miss?

Some people may wonder why early in the morn’,

How could such a man ever be born?

Was it only one thought? Or a feeling too dark?

Was it left unattended? Did it leave a scarred mark?

Chain up your thoughts and lock up the devil,

Never let him whisper, nor lie just a little,

Maybe if the lock the man put on his mind,

Had never been broken, they’d all be alive.

Somebody hurts today, many hearts mourn,

Oh sad must it end that this villain was born.