The Devil and his Muses by Frank Walls The following poem was published in artist Frank Walls’s art book, The Order of the Black Triangle (link at the bottom of the page). It accompanies this amazing painting (above) by Frank Walls. DCLXVI Call me what you will, for I am he who they call Baphomet, Beelzebub, Satan, Lucifer, et al. They say I am evil incarnate — the profane one who fell But I am merely the sum of my muses Whose sins feed my freedom from above So below, my flock gathers to kiss my cloak And blaspheme and swear to me their pathetic, deathless love See Lilith twisting in the gloomy mire, her ashen flesh alluring She was my first tainted muse, fraught with every indiscretion She has since lured many with her sacred carrion call And a multitude of golden sins from now unto the ancient days When I, as Baal, roamed bloody Carthage streets with Tanit at my side Then on to Gehenna and Phoenicia, fat on the souls of slain brats Rivers of virginal blood scarred the earth Tributar...