The horror's borne in the Devil's breath
His hidden touch from the darkest depth
Evil eyes ablaze, burning red on black
Disturbing dreams of the butcher's rack
Every inhale's taken through a constricted throat
Vice like the grip of the unyielding choke
In silent death throes he will never shirk
Lungs clogged with disgorge is the Devil's perk
'twas a horror borne in the dragon's fire
Sent from Hell 'tis an emesis nigher
Brimstone in flames, he will sup on souls
Rendering to brine over burning coals
Every last one, every dragon's chastened
All corralled together when death is hastened
The horror's formed as the vomit spills
He works with delirium, in dreams he kills
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