What secrets lurk in my mind,
What forces torment my soul?
Secrets of some sinister kind,
Forces of evil eyes, black as coal!

I can sense your pounding heart
And smell the sweat of your fear,
Lo! I say so in truth from the start
So you are forewarned, be clear.

I thirst for blood, warm and red,
And a ******'s heart I wildly desire,
If you read any further you'll be led
down a path to the pit of fiery fire.

I cast diabolical spells with words
to lure you into a satanic ritual,
I use no knives, arrows or swords,
It's purely carnal and not spiritual.

Do not read this poem twice,
It will trigger invocation to a spirit,
And turn your warm blood into ice
And let me your soul to inherit.

For I have made a pact with the Devil,
I am offered worldly wealth and power
To lead you down the dire path of evil
And with your blood my soul to scour!

The poetry I so intensely write
Is not only in black and white,
There are some shades of gray,
***** traps and a crooked way.

It’s a door to my heart,
A window to my mind,
A pathway to my soul,
A back alley to my dreams.

You are forewarned if I say,
Tread so lightly, if you may,
through this maze with care
fraught with the peril of a snare.

My lovelorn heart is clean,
My soul scrubbed to a sheen,
It’s my mind you must pay heed
In its sinister design lest it succeed.

Surely it will lead you astray
Down a ****** and slippery way,
To a point of no return, beware,
Woe betides anyone who dare!