A Spooky Sonnet

I sing to the devil on a full moon
to seek the damning of the fortune’s doom.
I scowl and twitch to conjure up a spell,
Hoping Satan won’t be able to tell.
The sound of song overwhelms the night sky,
screaming souls ask me to save their scorned lives,
I can only protect a sinful few,
time is taking the innocent untrue
to the secretive hell inside us all,
The devil prays we will crumble and fall.
If we listen to the words spoken here
then our evil thoughts we will only fear,
I cast a haze on the soulless bastard
its' fate no longer ours to be captured.