"The Devil in Me," By Ethan

A sorrowful wind moaned, and the trees produced a subdued, lamenting noise, as leaves dropped to the ground, creating a burial site where my love rested. The presence of the devil was clear. When I gaze into the mirror, I see the devil's image within me. No light is apparent. I am now nonfunctional. The devil has reappeared in my bed. When I gaze into the mirror, indeed, I see the devil, and he inhabits me.