Satan

You've been in so many stories, old man.
You have been horned and hungry,
Horny for our unspoiled women,
Luring them away from their stoves
And babies with your nimble pan pipes.

You have been a tragic figure, a noble flame;
you have refused to serve when better to reign.

But most of all you have been my heart,
All jagged and surprised;
Full of pumping, spurting juices.

 Full of sin.
 Full of life.