King of Flames

A black robe wandering, body smoldering
The devil himself on the battlefield
Calm, collected, perfected
The art of burning alive
The pleasure of watching them die
An aroma that fuels his pace
Satisfying his sadistic taste

Silhouetted against the towering flames
Screams tamed amidst howling winds
The gruesome scene, within a frame
Surrounded and trapped, in his flames
The ones that take so many names

Standing amongst the pillagers
Silently walking, burning villagers
His black cloak from black smoke
A sight to make them run
Flames looming above him
Hell’s choke, engulfing chaos

succumb to his obsession
He’s too good and meant to be
Meant to kill, meant to breath
The smoke, the life, the strife
Practicing the art of fire
Satisfying his evil desire
To watch them burn alive

Medieval times never knew his magic
Execution stared at him, in repetition
The king’s, the queen's, wouldn’t have it
His fire, his power, his magic
His knowledge
Like a creature from the future

A result of obsession
They wanted him to die
“Goodbye.”
Barked the leaders of his world
“Kill him, off with his head!”
Orders given from an old throne
From weak flesh and frail bones

But they couldn’t take his head
Couldn’t touch him in the flames
Engulfing him, saving his name

“Spare my life!”
A voice emerged from the fire
An offer from a madman
“We all have enemies!
Dare you be mine?”
As he glanced from the side
With that fire in his eyes

No offering as a prisoner
They’ll fade as they decay
Flesh falling from the bone
Sitting alone in death's throne
Praying to the sky above
To unleash the force of rains
Come down and ease the pain

The rains will never come
The fire will never cease
They’ll live on after death
Only to greet his eyes
On the other side

Continue to fight
Flailing arms in smoke
Burning to death and choke
over
And over
And over

For all of eternity
In the presence
Of The King of Flames
Satan, Some call him other names