Trouble

Black eyes stare back at me, preying, waiting.
His smile, mischievous, teases my lips.
This devilish fiend knows not but hating
And I am his latest; from Hell he rips
I knew not what I was summoning then.
I lusted for power, knowledge, the skies
Appeared from my circle speaking of sin
Asked for my soul, and I quickly obliged.
He has me now, held tightly in his claws
I do his bidding, raise friends from the dead
He does reward me, sweet gifts from his jaws
A dark game we play that will end in red
I just wanted to love and be adored
Only received trouble and my dark Lord