his robes move within shadows
well in fact his robes are the shadows
light doesn't last long in his presence
and he savors the smoke of an extinguished wick
one can look into a mirror in the dark
yet never see any reflection of his image
the empty unmoving void within that image
could be said to be his true portrait
but no one has ever set eyes on him to know
yet any one could identify him in a split second
most say he wears a personalized persona
for each and every living thing in the world
perhaps for every thing not living too
though Beelzebub's death mask is a favorite
he wears all the crowns of the hellish thrones
and even the feathers of certain heavenly hosts
judgement is his scepter and ignorance his song
and once the very hint of his melodic tune is heard
his stealthily planted bomb will soon explode
when his victory is gained all are found guilty
for all have responded and played into his unseen hands
and just as the first light sweeps the dark from the land
he will have vanished with his feast deep in his belly
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