Basking in moonlight from my cold wicked throne
I’d grown weary of guarding the night all alone
I stepped down from my pedestal of perpetual doom
Drudging through boredom, disdain and Hell’s gloom
Slithering forth beyond the sun’s soul warming rise
Seeking trinkets of pleasure I might find for my prize

One worthy soul I sought to abuse
One worthy soul a divine demon’s muse

 Many a worthless man Lilith resolved to toss aside
I scavenged those remnants she unknowingly supplied
Decades of slow ascension I emerged from the bottom
Of piles she’d laid waist a task no mortal could fathom
One I did find a perfect specimen in damaged condition
A challenge to trap and maim into subservient submission

One worthy soul I sought to abuse
One worthy soul a divine demon’s muse

A mind matching in wit and a devil’s clever tongue
His words transfixing as though a siren had sung
So much strength to repress than any demon could bear
A spirit so mutable of heart not to be caught unaware
One year in turmoil I was freed by a moment of pain
Now watching in awe as he plays his own mortal games

One worthy soul I sought to abuse
One worthy soul a divine demon’s muse