The Sweet Welcome is Welcomed

Ah, ain’t them amusing, these minions from the pit?
Did the sorcerer doth think this Lady will die in fright? (Laughs)
To hell have I vanished, only to be brandished
With awe by demons awaiting in delight.

Your power is as fickle as the wand in your hand
Did doth forget where its glory hails?
One word to the Devil sitting on his seat
All your magic words are stale.

But sweet was your welcome, I receive it thus
Though how poorly you have fared
Now let me sit with them Duchess and Cowgirl
Darling, don’t ever pull that joke again.

(Much love Alec.)