Through low lying cloud
and mountain mist
the eyes of the demon
like lips to be kissed
glowing redder than fire
they hold my glance
as the night horrors start
with the ritual dance.
I shiver and shake
as I become possessed
then the cold sweat comes
as my heart arrests
my body contorted
my mind controlled
as the darkest of secrets
I do behold.
The Inferno of Dante
a humorous tale
compared to the evil
the demonic wail
all this I see
from piercing red eyes
on the blackest mountain
where this demon resides .
©spor.
