Devil's Daughter
On my uncle's desk I saw a book,
And so I thought I'd take a look.
The text was faded, hard to see,
But the images, they sickened me.
…
Demon faces, human skulls.
Innocents who had been culled.
Incantations, pentagrams,
Monsters described through diagrams.
…
The book I closed with heavy thud.
Throughout my body ran cold blood.
Gasping, I headed for outside.
In sunlight I felt purified.
…
For the rest of day I did not speak.
I barely drank and did not eat.
Early to bed I did retire.
My mind filled with thoughts of hellfire.
…
But in my dreams there was no escape.
Destruction, terror, so much hate.
Demon whispers, thoughts beguiled.
"Hellspawn," they whispered, "devil's child."
