Tactical Poetry: Deal with the Devil

by Bryan “Gannicus” Myers

I took a chance, a deal, a bargain of old.

With a grin, a cigarette, and a cross in the road,

I had a midnight hour, a plan, and a debt to settle.

He found eyes with the blues, and some killer mettle.

It’s not every day you lead astray the Devil

He wasn’t in a bind,

Golden wasn’t the prize,

and there’s no fiddle.

I waited until midnight,

before I began two real lies,

I got in his mind, right in the middle.

You see, he needed some souls,

And mine was feeling a bit cold

From years spent in the killing fields.

So, I figured I’d give it a go.

Who’s to say no?

for I had trick to play in the deal.

I took a chance, a deal, a bargain of old.

With a grin, a cigarette, and a cross in the road,

I had a midnight hour, a plan, and a debt to settle.

He found eyes with the blues, and some killer fucking mettle.

It’s not every day you lead astray the Devil

It didn’t happen in Georgia and there’s no fucking fiddle.

There was no band of demons, no fire on the mountain, and the prize… the prize wasn’t made of gold

Where lies the crossing of these two roads? With me, right in the fucking middle.

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Bryan “Gannicus” Myers served 11 ½ years active duty where most of his career was in the 82^nd as an 11B, 1BCT 2/504 PIR (White Devils). This first appeared in The Havok Journal on April 8, 2019.