Pandemonium

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