BELIALVERSE: Overture

By Scarr C.

Those colour-wrung eyes, they beguile her lips

One who cares not to leave sanity intact

Fishnets in splendour, puppets and whips,

She unravels her toy box of blood, gold and black.

Ill-fortuned satire of woe 'neath her lashes

She fancies a dabble of cool masquerade,

Regards those who slight her as lordly and precious

While Asmodeus constantly wrecks her palate.

A magician of devilry – nay, the devil herself!

Audacious deception paints eyebrows of fate

She conjures a pottery of beetles and wealth

Hapless suitors are not sufficient to placate.

Barbello sneers but she has the last laugh

Misfortunate jester in a precarious court

She flaunts her trump card and calls the rest bluff

Makes merry with roast-infant and glasses of port.

Irises that douse other statues with languish

Entrails of venom that serve to enthrall

Impalpable wings to slice hearts wrought with anguish

Behold! The most worthless nymphet of all.

FIN