... cast a mighty spell,
To bring a demon strait from hell,
Arcane symbols on the floor,
Pentagrams on all the doors,
Performing rituals of strangeness,
Chanting in forgotten language,
Hands weaved a cloud of smoke,
From out of it the horror spoke,
Eyes burning in the blackness,
Through teeth corroded, wicked, jagged,
" Who dares to use the highest magic?",
" Your end will be slow, painful ,tragic...",
The magician struggled to control the beast,
Least wanting to be a feast for
something from the depths beneath,
" My body is weak and I grow old",
" I would give my eternal soul"
" for a thousand years or so..."
Signed in blood, a pact was made,
"I grant you your request in vain,
For a millenia love wont find your face",
The man was aghast and asked with a huff,
"What would life be without love?"
The devil slyly grinned and shrugged,
"You should've made a deal with the god above..."