CURSE OF THE CRIMSON ALTAR

A cursed altar stands
In the middle of a stunted forest,
Greystone, awash in blood
The alter is an evil behest.

A behest from Satan himself
To the people of this Godless town,
In the hope that they would blaspheme
And after death would head straight down.

A magic circle is drawn around
Using the altar as its cone of power,
Then evil rituals are performed
At midnight: the witching hour.

Goblins, gremlins, haemovores
Prance around the crimson altar,
Frolicking through an evil dance
That they must perform without falter.

Satan, Asmodeus, and Iscaron
Do an evil dance of malice,
Then start to drink human blood
From a golden chalice.

Human villagers watch in terror
Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan,
Lurching clumsily around the alter
Bringing disasters down upon Man.

Satan, Belphegor, Beelzebub
Kali, incubus, and succubus,
Sway flauntingly near the humans
Driving them crazy with lust.

Abadon, Belial, and Sathanas
Begin to shake and prance,
Around the evil crimson altar
All kinds of demons prance.

A fallen priest performs rights
Within the dead of an awful night,
Calling up the hound of Hell
To carouse until daylight.

THE END
© Copyright 2021, Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia