Demon Forest Poem by Vision Ghost

Treading the shadows, where the little beasts play
Events sealed when, herewith, ending of the day
Here is my place of wonder, darkness consulates
Don’t look here for Christianity, as hope hibernates

Lay beneath a tree, as snakes coil around my fingers
Smelling the dew and humid moisture, that lingers
Magical and eventful, here and now is the new time
I can make the world stop here, my timeless crime

My power founded, in every branch, of every tree
Come hither to my palace, set your passions free
Cunning and yet ruthless, in a niche of this plain
As the Devil did decree, granting pleasure or pain

Spellbound and cast, in a place of perpetual night
Your calling is bound, to your fate under this plight
Come to me and be beautiful, in the darkest presence
I can make this your hell, paradise, or gothic essence

Spinning around, as you thought something was there
The monsters that guard a close eye, on an angelic fair
Under my every command, their sworn to live and die
I can conjure a maiden’s rose, under this bleakest sky

A language of the ancient world, speaks on the wind
Fore telling that your inquisitive soul, hath as sinned
Wandered in white gown, into my majestic domain
But with eyes, once set upon you, I grant you no pain

Come sit with me, and drink the finest blood, red wine
As trees leer and witness our love, old oak and pine
Branches trapping nighttimes shroud, undiscovered
Be my queen so sinful, pleasuring thus is recovered

We lay together in this unholy, matrimonial forging
Bare a son, to be the heir to this thrown of yearning
In legend and in myth, they shall speak of this place
Mortals that doth fear the day, returning of evil grace