Desires Splashed Upon the Pentagram

“Darkest night, blackest sight
I conjure you
Prince from afar, The Morningstar
Show yourself to me
Sulfer smell, Lord of Hell
Grant me my wishes
Lightning rod, The dark god
I will give you my soul.”

Thunder sounds, throughout town
All goes silent
The wind flutters, candles shudder
Shadows play upon walls
Sounding bell, brimstone smell
They come from the dark
Blood of lamb, Pentagram
I can hear his laughter

“Tiny itch, sorry wretch
What do you need?
Desperate one, the lowly one
Speak your desire
Little slug, kneeling bug
Bowing on the floor
Sneaky cat, loathsome rat
I will gladly take your soul.”