Lucifer's rave.

by Steven Beesley   Jul 18, 2005


He begins to chant the demonic verse.
Unaware of the Satanic curse.
The Jezebels dance at Lucifer's rave.
Making the dead turn in their graves.

Rigor mortis by which the dead are bound.
They fight to rise from their resting grounds.
Satan comes forth on unholy ground.
Hell fire and brimstone is all around.
Your soul for he will take, a knave in Hades and a ghoulish slave.

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  • 19 years ago

    by fred

    nice poem man
    we hav alot in comin
    u should come hav a look at sum of myn like A Funeral For The Undead or Corpses Of The Undead
    thx i'd really appreciate if u vote or coment sum of myn

  • 19 years ago

    by Emma

    loved this poem. so dark. i love poems about hell. yeah weird i know. well great poem, 5/5