Care to join us?

Dance your dance of fiery passion,

seduce me with your flames.

Leave your ash upon my brow,

your palm upon my nape.

 

For Satan's wife, I shall be,

if he does so choose it,

My demons cower before me,

I am learning really quite well.

 

He demands his woman to be full of rage,

anger, hurt, and of course no mercy,

To lay with him in a bed of corpses,

and laugh at the souls who must join it.

 

He offers eternal agony,

to any who may risk it,

all it takes is one mistake,

and you will be his forever.

 

So I shall waltz to his brimstone gate,

toting my hopeful sacrifice.

The head of a brother who could not keep quiet,

not to save his life.

Dear Satan will see my hatred and potential,

and make me his wife, to dwell with him in hell,

Always.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know. To be Satan wife could be a hard and long life. A interesting poem. I like the description and the desire of the poem. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Brad]

pretty strong invocation...i heard a maniacal calliope playing in the background