Heart of darkness

A poem from Satan's point of view.

I am the Devil, the Devil I am.
And I await the coming of a innocent man.
Be he young, be he old, be his pockets full of gold.
Be he happy, rich, or wise.
Be the ocean as blue as his eyes.
I'll await his coming at the midnight hour.
I'll prickle his soul to turn it sour.
For once his innocent heart I see, that innocent man WILL belong to me!
I am the Devil, the Devil I am.