The Art of Temptation.

[Hitesh Punja]

Tempt demons too peer out from the darkest of forests,
Tempt them past shadows that yield solitude and solace,
Come Into the light onto paths of moonlit knowledge,
Sorrow of souls you horrors of horus,
Follow me to a place of plentitude and promise,
Into church where modest is the only worth,
And thoughts of heart are hearts at work,
and humble is the heart that knows Christs hurt,
Bolt the doors shut let them think they can be saved,
Wait under stars on fields of broken graves,
Till the day shines through christ in stained glassed displays,
Shearing demons screaming into dusts of decay,
At lucifers feet we lay thier remains.

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

How come you changed the poem's title Hitesh? I don't mind. It's your right as the author/artist I thought; The Art of Temptation was a bloody clever title personally ...

I'm no expert and I'm sure you had your own perfectly good reasons for doing so. That's all that really matters ...

[Hitesh Punja]

your right, changed it back mate. whole things still work in progress.