/// Leaning forward in The Conversation,
Angelina made this observation:
“Your odd hairstyle adorns
what’s beneath— namely horns.
Are you here to announce my damnation?”

/// The pale woman in black then replied,
“In my human disguise I take pride.
True, my sulfurous smell
was acquired in… well,
you’ll learn all about that when you’ve died.”

/// Then, reacting with bone-chilling fear,
Angelina asked why she was here.
“I’ve appeared to you horned.
There are rules; you’ve been warned.
There’s still time if your change is sincere.”

/// When the demon appears in disguise
she’s attractive to most people’s eyes.
She can put on the charm
when she needs to disarm,
after death she’s a ghoul to despise.

/// As the demon dissolved into smoke,
in her bed Angelina awoke.
Had the whole conversation
just been hallucination?
She’d been warned, but dismissed it. A joke!

/// Devils must follow heavenly rules,
yet most humans are weak, greedy fools.
When the warning’s ignored
there’s no final reward.
Angelina had chosen the ghouls.