Devil Teach Me

Teach me your magick,
Devil, share your dreams;
even Evil has a love,
or so it would seem.
Whisper your overt spells;
let me fall into your trance.
I will spend eternity
in your never-ending dance.
I will lose myself in hearing
your soft words of insanity.
Those often misinterpreted melodies,
softly spoken with profanities;
Satan's own symphony in rhapsody.
Dark One let me be your vice,
in your wicked perversities;
no matter your asking price.
I am haunted by your charms,
shall I tremble at your stare?
In hell, shame is pride's cloak,
rebellious, prideful, and aware.
I meet your eyes, tempting fate,
for the Devil, too, has it's allure.
Antagonizing, almost daring Evil,
smiling, to think you have a cure
to change my wicked disposition.
Devil, have you met your match?
One who is difficult, and takes delight,
purrs through each and every scratch?
My heart must be won, even by you,
A gem of worth is a difficult case,
no magick, spells, or trances,
could help the Devil put me in my place.