Declaring myself a prisoner; for I know best of the crimes I commit.
The dirty deeds, the shady and shifty things I’ve done, along with the organized injustices I have won.
So even me; the lucky one, with a lady on my right side, must settle up with the fallen prince.
It’s a Gentleman’s punishment for his deliverance from abandonment; he must oversee the likes of me.
While I continue celebrating the decadence that whispers in throw the left of my daring.
On occasion we sit together, enjoying one another’s company; drinking cheap whisky or the finest cup of tea.
Depending on what warranted this engagement, determines if he’ll bring gifts of gratitude and sentiment or just my pain and misery back within my reach.
This chilled morning brings rain that brews a slow steady storm. The darkness hangs down low as if the midnight breeze is clinging to its life by keeping away any sign of daylight.
Not a celestial being is this angel of mine, but on this day he shows a face of a saint.
It could be that the reason his wings remain so close to his body, is me, he seems to be frightened of my will as it’s fighting.
I believe this silence is trickery, another way of enabling me to continue guarding the gate I created to protect myself from the likes of me, and my gentlemanly angel who resides by my side.
He is sitting steady by the hand that carries all the gifts that God has given to me.
It seems sort of funny though, because usually he huddles near the weaker of my fists, so that no one will see the two of us conversing.
The strength of my left hand is limited by damage done while carrying him down to his safe place, the warmth of his dwelling restores his strength and inspires his brilliance.
I suppose that this is the best place for the two of us to meet, we are both a bit embarrassed of one another; me, of his torn, tattered, hardened, and scalded wings, him, of my bloody knuckles, broken teeth, and a bruised body that’s already covered in scars caused by sins done when he wasn’t looking.
Darkness lingers near when this prince is in the vicinity, so any of the others that are watching out for me will be blinded by the lack of light, not able to see the companions we prefer to keep.
However the lady who holds all my luck in her hands is making a fuss, she insists that a sinner has cheated her out of her winnings.
Amused at the ridiculousness of Lady Lucks audacity, accusing me of preferring to cheat rather than feel the sting of losing.
Nevertheless she wasn’t pleased as the princely gentleman appeared with extravagant endowments that he vowed were not received at the expense of Lady Lucks defeat.
Its only fair that I deem my angels word to be true, he has always had faith in me, although I took a glance at his hand and I must say; it was created for victory.
That is why The Deuce is slang for his God given name, Diedolis if you are playing your hand in Spain, The Old Gentleman is an English saying, some simply say it’s Lucifer that reins over the darkness draped around me.
All I know for sure is that the Evil inside is a friend of mine, he has always been an Angel to me.
K.O.
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Submission Name: My Devils Name is Nikki
