Diablo.

And it came to me, Like a thief at twilight.

Hiding the sun In a leather moon bag, He jumps off the beach As night falls on the sidewalk To stand tall with the waves Of cobblestone shadows.

Darkness is where the stars reside So the pleasure is mine to steal, he says. With lips sealed in a kiss of death, Nothing tastes sweeter than a pound of flesh From the salt of the earth.

Doused in turquoise ocean spray, The light in your eyes beam Down your cheeks like Tears of the sun, In a leather moon bag.

Darkness is when the painful cry In vain, for the nature of things unknown. So the pleasure is mine to steal — And I came to you, Like a thief in the night.