"Sword Play"

This is not rehearsal,
the blood you see is real.
There will be no reversal,
these scars will never heal.
No masquerade is allowed here,
be sure your weapon's sharp.
Your nemesis can smell your fear,
like honey, in the dark.
Interacting with pure blood,
smeared with hallowed stain.
Gore he can't get enough of,
wet dreams of your pain.
Dancing with the spectral death,
Jezabelian scheme;
You won't feel His claws or breath,
before He hears you scream.
He has been around for aeons,
and He designed the game.
His specialty is crucifixion,
do you know His Name?
I've competed in this mindless zone,
where the trophy case stays filled,
better leave the Origins of chaos alone,
let it balance karma at will.
' Oh', you say, you recognize,
these familiar tactics, sure.'
But behind the serpentine alien eyes
there is beauty in Lucifer....