THE FALL OF MAN PART 111
SATAN'S ACCOUNT
I reckon it my best job: after that
the tricks were just disseminated spores;
my favourites were the religious wars.
(At times I found the irony too pat).
But Eve! There was a challenge to my skill.
I planned it all: first get her on her own,
then, all mellifluous my honeyed tone,
woo her until, until she says, "I will".
There were a few bad moments when I thought
she'd turn away, and once she answered back
applauding God's commandment like some claque.
But women do prefer "enjoy" to "ought".
I had to win: down there in burning Hell,
my street-cred hung on it; as Lucifer,
I had no need of proof, none could compare,
but now mankind must fall, just as I fell.
I daren't tell Moloch that I'd failed again
and see him gnash and fume - and all the rest,
Belial, Mammon, smirk, claim it was best
to make the most of Hell and say Amen.
Yet, when she bit the fruit, that's when I knew
I'd lost, in fact: I'd stooped, I'd crawled, I'd wormed.
BUT - I could go to Hell, status confirmed.
A snake must do what a snake has got to do.
