The Devil Sings His Song in Poetry

The devil has his wings
Watch him dance around
To the songs he sings
Fire and water
Earth and air
Which ingredients
Do you need
For aether is not
Something you believe

The spell is almost done
As the Moon eclipses the Sun
Binding sight
Shedding light
Darkness bleeds
As the Earth purifies
Its own disease

The evil seed
Collapses another weed
As the good seed
Sprouts into what
We cannot perceive
It’s a spectrum
An invisible prism
Defining a theoretical ism

As above, so below
The mirror reflects
The astrological design
The spirit you deny
Awakes the evil eye
And your only escape
Are dreams you seek
Grab ahold onto
And cannot keep