Demonology

Something in the blood

Calls you back to the black book.

Would you rise to the seventh hierarchy

And abide among the Furies,

Spreading discord,evil and war,

Ruled by Abaddon?


You can call me La Rue.

A priest condemned to the fires.

The dukes of Hell come riding to my door.


Abraxas,

Guide me by this opal ring

In the ways of heresy.

These are my scorpion days.


Sound the bells,

Drive evil away!

Subtle perversion is my mistress.

What does the black book counsel?

Read it backwards.

Its letters are written in blood.


There’s a black dog at the crossroads,

Always there as I approach.

In a ruined church at midnight

Where toads spit venom on the shattered altar

The cursed priest lifts the black Host.


The fallen angel Caim

Will answer your questions with burning ash.

See,he is that blackbird on a branch at your window.

He will open your ears

To the language of animals

And the running waters.


Look about you: the possessed

Walk side by side with you on the streets,

No different from you,

Their souls controlled by others.


Babylonian voices take me over.

The Devil comes tall and handsome,

Dressed all in black,

Full of ingenious persuasion,

Eloquent and unknown.


Imp in a bottle,

Are you good or evil today?

With English words

I catch poems in my incantation bowl.


Satanael,speak to me

In the flames of falling stars!

It was you, they say, who created Adam

Then saw he was imperfect,

With life leaking from his right foot

And a forefinger in the shape of a serpent.