Here I sit in thoughts all are you 
My ingredients make a Devil's Stew    
No cook or Crocker, this is True        
Coal black caldron, Indigo hue            
   My Kept Still Keeps...    
     My Truth's still True  
No eye of nuet, nor Fish sun su           
 Abstracts sour this Witch's brew
Stirred my Triumph getting Ov'er you  
Just like that, the Devil knew!
Appeared before me in nothing "To Do"
  
A different vessel for this Witch's pour!                      
Devil I seek an Alternate store-            
A witch's which a Knew no more Tongue's vile taste in haste born clues
Empty voids and 'Nothing new's            
Like
A Magic Trick  -or-
I Owe You
  The Devil made me do it! The Devil's due             
Measured vessel prepared for you with heaping spoon's of Devil's Stew

So it Tis!
      To Come it was...
Our Flame lit Fuse
      My Twin Flame Devil
     My Mystic Muse
       Our Flame Fire Forged
One Wicked Tune