I am now the Devil..an erstwhile poet with a will,
You called me in, Passion on your lips,
You said the Devil may care, And opened,
The vision of opulence , The mirror cracked,
And I was there!
Want to, you said, I was then the poet,
Turning cherry red, And the fire crackled,
I was being had, By thoughts going mad,
You had dared, Touché!
It was honors shared!
Muse! Just stare-Call my name
Damned, but salvation lies In my arms,
just play, And flood me with charms
Let the amulets of words rave
The Devil is your slave!
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