CONVERSATION WITH A DEMON

What horrors
Have such eyes seen
Pain and suffering
A devilish dream
Slanted vision
Before me stands
Clawed and bloody
Demonic hands.

You jest and grin
Welcome me to join
Your unholy choir
Deep under ground
This moment, hour
Begins to climb
Nightmarish walls
Pleasures sublime.

My soul it rests
Upon a poets grave
I will not weaken
Be your masters slave
Begone and back
To your hellish flame
Where you belong
Your mission tamed.