Seven Dark Princes

Displayed through the darkness upon my wake,

Displaced crooked prowlers with ploys in place.

Sensual delights in both mind and in sight,

Whereof destruction of the body shall soon incite.

The entities before me, a total of six and one,

Hosting sins of the seven, their trumps sound and war’s begun.

Seldom sinful souls will take,

The splendors of Creators make.

But those doers of wrong will face fathomless void,

Neither pleasure nor joy, only a heart destroyed.

Shall, I will, kill kill kill,

Bathe in blood and bones and all.  

But if I die before my fall,

Inflict pain onto them all.