by Nick Gisburne
The demons find me deep within the dark.
A tangled horror snatched me out of space.
I bear the sign of Lucifer; his mark
Delineates my purpose and my place.
The son of something sinister, unclean,
My birth betrayed a mother, torn in twain.
I feed upon the lies of men, obscene,
And snatch their souls, infected with my stain.
While those who seek my spirit in this place
Pretend to bring me back to what I know,
I hatch a machination to replace
The King of Shadows, he who bleeds below.
My father trembles. Satan fears his son,
For now he knows his work will be undone.
