Hades’ Thunder (The Succubus Part II of III)

Show your hand, thy succubus as you roam            
Pretty words on paper, many false faces, and lost intellect does not put snakes on thrones            
Dark head encased in the realm of a dark mind            
Seducing while slivering on Hell’s grapevine            
          
Spoilage in the swallowing of contaminated nectar of its redolent offering, stinging the tongue            
Pillars of stone turned as a river of manly juices forestalls in the releasing of his Kingdom come            
No worries to the meek we recognize for what it is, an evil gnome concubine
Attempting to defy the gravity of age in its fading time            
 
In the reincarnation, bringing the vigor of that ancient dead entrapment of winter to mankind            
Depression of the intellect hiding self in the duality of a black widow            
Not fooled by words to have God’s image dreaming on pillows            
I am who I am            
And I speak the truth and you know it from where you stand            
            
Intoxicating fables                    
Vengeance of turned tables                    
Masks slipped of human betrayals                    
Meaningless life as she climbs from the pit of hell                        
Only foolish ones would attempt to believe            
Found within the beautiful arts, harbors a dark mind to perceive            
Not an ounce of dignity as you may wickedly conceive
 
“I will deal with Lucifer, my Angel. Do not have fear.”
“If you can hear my sacred whisper on the wind of the universe, Archangel Michael I will await here.”