Debauchary

The burning embers

and glowing flames

fanning around

the darkened room

filling it with

warmth and anticipation.

The cackling witching 

with their brooms

walking around

the open fire

chanting

a summoning spell

to bring forth

a demon from hell

The Blaze

is a roaring

the incarnation

is at full speed

the sparks do fly

the smell turns sour

the witches they do grin

and wring their bony hands

and black gowns  and pointed

hats with glee

Coming forth from hell

the devil himself.

Bright glowing red as thou

on fire himself.

Eyes that are

so intoxicating they seduce you

with just one look.

And his wicked grin

does beckon you

to him hither.

His pointed long sharp talons are his fingers

and nails. Reaching out to grasp you...

The witches prance and dance

and snigger

for the debauchery

to commence.

The smell of stench and blood and vile

the babbling of his summoners do

cheer.

Reviews

[Zoya]

That was so evocatively creepy. Loved the dark scenes that the text gave effect to, and the correspondence of the write to its title. Great work!