I called to me

a Crowned Prince of Hell

not Satan, Astaroth, Beelzelbub or Baal

Azazel came and stood at my back

The dead of night now orange; not black

Indeed I was afraid to turn my head

to see at my face what was just in my head

The light behind me lit up the dark

I’m sure my forehead glowed with the mark

I was lost for words…

what should I say?

I called you here, but now I can’t play

Do I bow my head?

To show my respect?

Or do I keep it up high..

to keep Him in check?

Which Grimoire do I choose to apply?

I just held my gaze forward

until I felt him fly….

and then I was like….

“Shit…I fucked that up…”





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