D.L. Lewis

Her fate sealed, her soul enshrined,
In the clutches of the Devil, unrefined.

Messe Nori had fallen, into the Devil's embrace,
Her life forfeit, her fate a disgrace,
A pawn in the game of the infernal race,
Trapped in the abyss, without a trace.

This is the fate of those who dare,
To dance with the Devil, unaware,
Of the price they pay, beyond compare,
Their souls lost, forever ensnared.

The flames of hell, they licked her skin,
As Messe Nori cried out in sin,
Her body writhing, in torturous spin,
As the Devil laughed, reveling in his win.

The stench of death, it filled the air,
As demons cackled, without a care,
Their claws digging into her flesh, so bare,
As Messe Nori begged for mercy, in despair.

But mercy was not a thing given,
In the depths of hell, where she had driven,
Her soul now lost, forever unforgiven,
In the Devil's grasp, she was now imprisoned.

And so she danced, forevermore,
A puppet of the Devil, her soul now his whore,
A warning to those who dare to explore,
The depths of darkness, where evil doth adore.

So beware, oh mortals, of the Devil's snare,
And the dance with the demons, take heed, beware,
Lest you end up like Messe Nori, ensnared,
In the infernal abyss, forever impaired.