Asmodeus, lord of flame and desire,
A sovereign born from the deepest fire,
With eyes like embers, bright and keen,
He weaves through shadows, unseen.
In whispers soft, he calls the night,
With silver tongue, he stirs delight.
His touch, a spark, a tempting flame,
Binding hearts in pleasure's name.
His realm of sin, a gilded cage,
Where passion burns, and souls engage.
Beneath his rule, the weak obey,
For lust is law, and night is day.
He laughs as hearts begin to break,
For love’s illusion is his stake.
With every kiss, a soul is sold,
To pleasures wild, to passions cold.
A demon lord, in shadow’s guise,
With fiery hunger in his eyes.
Asmodeus, lust's cruel king,
He rules where only shadows sing.
