Wicked Rhymes

In shadows' depths, where demons sleep till dawn, The wickedness of darkness claims its brawn. Through burning pyres, souls forever quiver, The fire's gaze casts judgment, makes hearts shiver. Igniting sin, it dances on their graves, Leaving naught but remnants of lost souls' braves. Betwixt the embers, a symphony takes flight, Dark poetry's essence consumes the night. With twisted words, they summon chaos deep, In wicked rhyme, secrets they shall keep. From blackened hearts, their verses stain the page, Unleashing wicked thoughts that know no age. Within the fire's grasp, passions intertwine, As scarlet flames illuminate the divine. Through charred desires, whispers loudly hiss, A dance of shadows, where darkness finds its bliss. Through veils of smoke, their torments intertwine, In darkest verse, a tapestry of rhyme. No light can pierce their twisted melodies, Their wicked hearts bound by poetic pleas. Through fires raging, their souls forever writhe, Impressing upon them the eternal lithe. Their dark artistry, a devilish spell, Weaving wickedness, where sinners dwell. In flames they rise, and in the flames they'll fall, Through infernal verse, they'll conquer all.