Sabbath
The witches and warlocks meet,
The demons they do greet.
With black candles alight,
Lucifer comes into sight.
They dance around fire,
As its him they do admire.
They drink wine and feast,
Just like the big beast.
He takes them one by one,
And has a bit of fun.
He torments them with pleasure,
Which isn’t to their displeasure.
They please him with sex,
Trying best not to vex.
They kiss and mate him,
Till their heads do swim.
They serve till night no more,
Satisfied to the core.
Until the next time that they meet,
And Lucifer they do but greet.
Copyright 2010 © Catrina Lawrence
