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Asmodeus

 
This Samhain I call
unto this demon.
To grant just a simple wish.
A secret desire,
which fills a heart,
gone amiss.

At the Order of Seraphim's,
he is the King of Demons,
elemental water.
Passed have all these seasons,
but it still hurts to see
him love another.

This Samhain,
I'll burn Mint Sage and
incense.
Please grant me the Honor,
of your glorious
presence.

You know my thoughts,
and understand these
human emotions.
With a mother of my race,
you know my reason,
for my actions.

This Samhain,
I'll wait for you,
at the fire of my black candle.
Alert all night,
to see if you're willing,
to help me in this dismantle.

Though I wish
his endless happiness,
I know she is not worth his heart.
You'll see,
what I saw,
you'll see all my thoughts.

I know you have prior engagements,
for I'm not the only,
doing this.
Gratification of your help,
will be dignified,
even if it's just one of your 72
legions of spirits.

So please,
my Demon, my King,
here's my soul as a gift.
I'll give you my all,
for you to grant me just,
this one wish.
Written by PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
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