Under his horns

black ink from my veins
carving his name in flesh
a contract for the soul
a devilish possessive lense

riddles - riddles - riddles
destined for the few
curses damnations blasphemies
destined for the masses

under his horns

the dark that breathes pulsating
electrically fearinducing
inquisition - running rabid
in league with the cavalcade

lurking, stalking and preying
dying in my hands
knives, blades and razors
walls made of flesh

under his horns

where is the light
trapped inside the dirt
crawling
crawling like lice
maggots
maggots under his foot
slaves
slaves of the horned one