Voice from the Void

A whisper emanates from the dark

The Little Demon I Brought Back From Hell

By Bruce H. Markuson

At the cemetery there’s a tiny door.
          I opened it once, but not anymore.
Someone wrote a message there.
And so I did and waited a while.
          Then I found him with the chocolate smile.
A furry guy with horns and wings.
          Perhaps I shouldn’t mess with these things.
His time was brief, I watched him return.
          To the place that the souls will burn.
Upon this thought I often dwell.
          The little demon I brought back from hell.