Beelzebub's Infernal kingdom
In the realm of smoldering brimstone and damned souls.
King of the Damned, you have been cast away to this Inferno
To live out your eternity.
Defying His grace, you plunged headlong
And fell hot for nine days.
You were once bright
But now, grey like the ashes you dwell in.
O how low you have fallen, myriads away from light.
Ignorant and myopic, you compared yourself to Him.
You! A devote mystic!
Now herdsmen of souls, you guide them
Through the ranks of your Henchmen
Who feast on your sheep, parched with hunger
They look to you, King of what was
And see a shell, who cannot help them for he can no longer help himself.
Ruler of this place many call Hell.
Nameless is the place you now call Pandemonium.
By Nicholas A. Bello