Submissions by Devil-lyn

though I walk through these valleys
of death poetry and hearses  
what I sow into this earth
is cursed with blasphemous black verses

and though I fear no evil
for I am divine and victorious
there is still much evil
in all that is satanic and glorious

and though I may be comforted
by thy rod and thy staff
no amount of religion
can exorcise me from my wrath

infernally christened
by a devil`d King
my lips are sealed bequeath
the iron embers of his ring

in all that I am …
a Diva...