Devils roam the dank corridors, bordering
Upon the lands of more respectable gods
Yet not encroaching, although some say
Those harsh voices, croaking, do the day
And air disturb.
Scratchy tones echo along with those cloven
Hooves, a litany told in doomed toe clicks
Which echo, malignant pointed moments
Sounding off, riling, roiling without end,
The skies dared.