The dastardly devil is like
An enemy submarine,
He cruises the surface of
The lukewarm sea, in the
Dark Night of Unknowing,
He doesn’t even try to hide,
Because most people
Don’t even bother to look for him,
Busied as they are with
Wasteful wars of words,
But when he sees that
Someone does recognize him,
He submerges into the
Darkest depths, and he
Wages war, but secretly,
Then he returns once again,
Peering through his periscope,
Looking for someone to devour
With the torpedoes of temptation.