Post by darkness0within on Jul 31, 2018 14:00:48 GMT -6
Of Demons...
Of demons I know more than most,
They come in every shape and form,
As I stand outside of this pentagram,
And with my incantation, from Hell a demon will be torn.
The circle glows to cherry red,
Now the room fades from my sight,
Forms move fast inside the darkness,
Till one is caught within the light.
Now standing here before me,
A monster with such a good disguise,
This long haired temptress of a woman,
Who has the largest hazel eyes.
Looking, searching for a weakness,
For anything she might find,
Like silk she asks. “Why have you summoned me?”
This imp tries to probe into my mind.
I answer. “You are bound by spells of power,
Now you must show me your true being,
I wish to see the truth of things,
To know of what I’m seeing.”
“Do you not like what is before you?”
This demon says calmly with a grin,
“Release me into your world,
That we might now share all aspects of your sin.”
Now this fiend displays its nudity,
“Are you sure my visage doesn’t tempt you?
I’m quite adept in all the ways of men,
Those who would reject me are but few.”
“Foul spirit of the pit come forth,
And show thyself to me,
I have waited long enough, now I command,
Your true likeness I must see.”
The demon looks at me with such contempt,
“Do you think I would agree?
You are even closer to the gates of hell,
Than the likes of one like me.”
“Your spells have no power in this place,
And you play a sorrowed game,
For hell has found you wanting,
As god does not know your name.”
“Just look into the mirror,
To find what you would seek,
All you wanted was supremacy,
But you have just been weak.”
“You stand there wishing for such things,
That only hell could ever give,
Now hell welcomes you into its fold,
Where your darkened spirit now will live.”
Darkness.
