Hidden in the beauty
was the devil's face

Most could not see it
But Marissa could

She had always been sensitive
To paintings with motion
To elusive words not spoken
To Lucifer in disguise

And he was laughing at the others

the ones who could not see his pale blue eyes
that sometimes changed to green
or red

So bold Beelzebub revealed himself more

He would use fear instead of stealth

He chose the wind for his voice

"I know you see me pretty one."

I speak your name Marissssssssssssssa
He hissed it and shimmered it in the wind

and she knew his voice

He had called her before
"This time you will come"

But the angel fled unharmed
She had more earthly work to do

and God called her name louder