by Nick Gisburne
You take your strength, your power, from a star
But colour me a shade of unimpressed
I do not come to worship what you are
I come to put a dagger to your chest
I bring no trick, no witchery, no spell
No knowledge of a secret, subtle way
I see, of course, you know me, know me well
The fault, the flaw, returns to you, today
Of all the proud immortals I could fear
I find no timid reverence for you
Perhaps you dreamed that I would disappear
But I am not the child you thought you knew
The Devil and his daughter, face to face
But Hell is mine. I come to take your place
