Purification

He mutters 

a silent sullen song

heavy hissing is terrifying the windows 

a repetitive drum is thumping

throbbing,

clenching his mind 

in definite beats.

He knows

his insistent incantations

will terminate

the forceful devil inside.

The final crash- 

thundering rustle of leaves

beating and beating

on his windows,

constant buzz of bees

sirens shrieking on distant roads.

He sneers,

snickers.

He will never let

alluring devils

shatter and smash him 

again.