Of The Devil & Baphomette #2

I hand-picked you flowers just the other day
from the garden of the souls of the taken
travelling through timeless dispensations
to lay them at your very feet
to please your pretty face
to see you smile once again

playing Pan-pipes to soothe you
and violins to woo you
my poetry but a signature
of the sunrise you cause within

My Queen of Hellatia
wont you listen to the chant of my legions?
they return from celestial battle
usurping time and space and travel
placing the jewels of 6 galaxies
around your very throne

captured Cherubim adore you
their Swansongs implore you
they are my gift of lastlife
the hexacles you hold between your hooves