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…”