grey

the devil wears black and white,

blurring the lines between good and evil.

muddling together into shades of grey.

moral ambiguity dulling our world

into slurred monochrome,

like half-melted snow

collecting at the edge of the road,

stained by snowplows

and the grime of everyday life.

the devil is playing a role

and it's one he fulfills with pride,

but when he hangs up his horns at night,

his virtues are allowed to shine.

the light that he's forced to hide

in his working hours.

the devil wears black and white,

depending on the time of day.

he's forced to put up a facade,

awaiting the moment where he can shed

his checkerboard personality

for his true shade

of grey.