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."