Kiss This

< master of disguise menacing havoc I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick but one illuminates from presents sight tis I carries master key whom ends plight brushstroke if must with your evilness twist for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss poke and probe away with your woven schemes tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems your inferno fire from gates of hell diminished by just one shake from this bell so bring on your barriers and good grief's tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp but turning check telling to kiss thy ass Entry For Thvia Shetley's The Devil Made Me Do It Sonnets Only Contest G.L. All