CREATURES OF THE NIGHT

CREATURES OF THE NIGHT

Blood red pentagram

dripping with the wax

of my candle lit intentions.

Incantations 

take flight upon the northern wind

swirling through the universal grid

changing the shape of my destiny.

I implore strange God's

as I mock the herd

who bow down to their indifferent master.

I sore on the wings of Lucifer rising,

and become something that mere mortals fear.

I am one,

with the creatures of the night.