by Nick Gisburne
The demons found me, deep within the dark.
Two tangled horrors snatched me out of space.
I bear the sign of Lucifer; his mark
Delineates my purpose and my place.
The son of all things evil and unclean,
My birth betrayed a mother torn in twain.
I feed upon atrocities, obscene,
Infecting wretched spirits with my stain.
While those who drag me, choking, chained, through Hell,
Believe I may be shocked, submissive, slow,
I craft a machination to expel
The King of Shadows, he who bleeds below.
My father trembles. Satan fears his son,
For now he knows his work will be undone.
