Devils Lair
Witches, Warlocks and Demons gather,in a circle around me weave.
Stripped down naked and in a lather,
my soul they are after I believe.
Fearlessly I stand against the onslought,
of Devils minions who crave my soul.
Whispered words temptation brought,
with sacrifice the only goal.
High Priestess approaches with desire,
her sexual prowess made very clear.
But around her emminates Hells fire,
my body and soul it soon shall sear.
I cry out loudly for salvation,
from evil intent upon me dwell.
Don't let me suffer descecration,
deliver me from this Hell.
I wake up then from this nightmare,
awash in sweat it was so real.
Again escaped from Devils Lair
and broken this evil seal....
placed upon my dreams.
Kevin Dustin
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