The Devil and Me

I watched as it crumbled polished diamonds to dust. I watched as it turned solid gold into rust. I watched as it closed the vacant eyes of a child. While people cried, I watched as it smiled. I watched as it turned ice into flame. I watched as it left while I hid in shame. It came to take me in the night, but though I hid I wouldn't fight. It tried to take me; to pull me under. It used it's might like a god of thunder. My strength was gone, so the devil, he won. But my life had not ended it had just begun. The devil and I; we fought once more, and ten years later I won the war. Although right now, I'm dead you see, but the story lives on about the devil and me.