CREATURES OF THE NIGHT
Blood red pentagram
dripping with the wax
of my candle lit intentions.
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.