A MAN THAT SHOULDN'T BE THERE
Quietly he looked up, through a fringe of silken hair
And the startled boy, he stared, at a man who shouldn't be there
And silently the stranger stood
And even stranger still, was the way that when their eyes first met
His body became chilled
The boy was a good little Christian, who followed all of God's laws
The other was brilliantly immoral, one of the Earth's perfect flaws
They met by chance, in the day
Neither had planned their encounter
Yet neither one could afford to run, the curious boy and the stranger
'Who are you?' the little boy asked, eyes wide in wonder and fear
'I'm all the things that make you scream' said a man that shouldn't be there
'I scream at spiders' said the boy 'and monsters under the bed' 'You scream at loneliness, too. And the voices that shriek in your head'
'Where did you come from?' he asked, undaunted 'And how did you get here?'
'I came when virgins were violated and from a little dying girl's tears'
'What's your name?' the little boy asked 'What do I call you by'
'Father, son, friend, foe. But Lucifer, that works fine.'
'Lucifer' the little boy mused 'What a beautiful name'
'It's even more beautiful' the stranger said 'screamed from the top of Hell's gates'
The little boy blinked his eyes, to see that the man had left
Ever after he saw his Lucifer in the illusion of morning's mist
He asked his father about the man
And his father said he was wrong
He said that only sinners met Lucifer
And the boy hadn't lived that long
Yet the question still remains, about who the boy really saw
Could he have been who the boy said it was or was it a simple flaw?
That question can never be answered, but there is one thing I can say
A man that shouldn't, couldn't be there, was definitely there that day
Quietly he looked up, through a fringe of silken hair
And the startled boy, he stared, at a man who shouldn't be there
And silently the stranger stood
And even stranger still, was the way that when their eyes first met
His body became chilled
The boy was a good little Christian, who followed all of God's laws
The other was brilliantly immoral, one of the Earth's perfect flaws
They met by chance, in the day
Neither had planned their encounter
Yet neither one could afford to run, the curious boy and the stranger
'Who are you?' the little boy asked, eyes wide in wonder and fear
'I'm all the things that make you scream' said a man that shouldn't be there
'I scream at spiders' said the boy 'and monsters under the bed' 'You scream at loneliness, too. And the voices that shriek in your head'
'Where did you come from?' he asked, undaunted 'And how did you get here?'
'I came when virgins were violated and from a little dying girl's tears'
'What's your name?' the little boy asked 'What do I call you by'
'Father, son, friend, foe. But Lucifer, that works fine.'
'Lucifer' the little boy mused 'What a beautiful name'
'It's even more beautiful' the stranger said 'screamed from the top of Hell's gates'
The little boy blinked his eyes, to see that the man had left
Ever after he saw his Lucifer in the illusion of morning's mist
He asked his father about the man
And his father said he was wrong
He said that only sinners met Lucifer
And the boy hadn't lived that long
Yet the question still remains, about who the boy really saw
Could he have been who the boy said it was or was it a simple flaw?
That question can never be answered, but there is one thing I can say
A man that shouldn't, couldn't be there, was definitely there that day