ITKAK

Frozen terror on his face, forever on through time and space

Itkak the imp forever still, his frozen mind and broken will

Twas a game of filth and raunch, passing gas betwixt the haunch

With demon and devil did he play, then came the moment he went astray

Lacking fuel to make a pass, he pushed harder and squeezed and then alas

A pile of filth had made its way, and on Lucifer’s foot it did lay

A hint of humor crossed Itkaks mind, but Satan’s thoughts were not of like kind

Horror welled up and Itkak knew, his days of fun and evil were through

The devil roared and spread his wings, scattering demons and other things

With a flick of his tail a spell he cast, holding Itkak forever fast

Now Itkak knows a lesson learned, it’s in his head forever burned

Where demons and devils are concerned, playing games should be spurned

Lacuna Eidolon