The Devil's Phallus (Revised)

He would lure little virgins into dark places, enshrouded,
With promises made as sweet as cake.
To a place with towering mounds
Hiding bodies in their wake.
 
Trapped within with a madman shrouded in sin
Like a campaigning devil selling his lies.
Unbound joys await
Within his snaring hive.
 
Platters of sweets laid about with fairytale lights,
Glamouring his be-damnering face,
A devil likened to a priest,
As angel once so high fallen from grace.
 
The lights go out and flames come up,
Casting flickering shadows on the walls.
Virgins cringe in terror
As his façade starts to fall.
 
A blood red demon lord with a blackened cock,
Cloven hooves and a serpent for a tongue.
Terror feeds his desire,
As his words burst from his lungs,
 
      “Sweet little girls and boys
      Won’t you come
      And play with the toys?
      Do not be so coy and callus
      Step on up and
      Kiss the devil’s phallus.”
 
Into the night tiny screams would sound,
By the virgins behind the door
Innocence lost on the monster’s meat
When bloody knees stain the floor.