The Goat Of Mendes
An Angel falls from the sky above
Killed by cupid's poisoned arrow of love
The Goat he laughs as he casts his spell
Give him your soul and he'll take it to hell
His heart is full of evil desires
The passion inside can ignite fires
He'll take her by the hand now and go
To a dark place she may not know
Where the fires are always burning bright
Roaring with anger by day and by night
Sin and debauchery run wild through this place
As the heat of passion peels the skin from her face
Mask removed the Goat likes what he sees
As she falls at his feet on her hands and knees
Moving behind her he's ready to plant his seed
Entering roughly, hooves making her skin bleed
Embedded within as the fiery eruption spilled
The demon seed spreads and goodness is killed
Evil passions sated and energy now spent
The Goat he dismounts, his message is sent
The fallen angel all battered, torn and bruised
Rises to her feet with evil infused
Once she was pure but now she is broken
She looks at the Goat, words unspoken
Her soul belongs to him, now and forever
To spread his word she will endeavour
So a Broken Angel rises from the fires of Hell
Destined for Earth with a story to tell
© A S May 2014