The Raven’s Eye

I saw a woman walking beside the devil.

He was whispering in her ear.

The night was dark,

fog in the air.

He did not command.

He spoke.

Not to break—

but to enter.

And something in her listened.

A gate, once closed,

stood open.

He told her she could be seen,

that there was money in it,

that no one would ask questions,

that this was how it worked.

And with every lie,

with every step,

they took.

Not by force—

but because it was opened.

I could not tell

if she knew.

Or worse—

if she did.