Burning like derision on the prism of nightnStill squirming from the sermon, those determined parasitesnMeant to overpower and bedizen his lightnHe paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetitenThe moon was blacknnDevil may carenThree times he'd glared before his judgesnDarkening therenWith a Wormwood mindnAnd a gullet of poisonnnAskednHe thought the court a farcenHis tongue as sharp as glassnA bastard to the lastnThis truth assassinnnTautened his claws at the ruinous castnFlexing vexation at clerics aghastnIn uproar he caused the cross to be maskednAnd the hex of exile from God's Kingdom passednnBack in the mirror, shattered vanity diednThe curse even clearer on the sanity sidenBanished from the lavish tracts of paradisenFrom Heaven's shored poured to the sore dividennThe moon was blacknnDevil may carenTheir thunder sundered all his veilsnThickening therenHis belligerent pulsenTo a sickening crawlnnYesnHe'd fostered wickednessnFed vipers at his breastnInflicted death's caressnSo now to suffernnHe'd burn, discernnThat his second turnnWould last for eternitynIn reckoning flamesnnThat night his plight marched in demented ParadesnO'er a rainbow of black magic scarsnThe blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spadesnDeep in the sleep of this heretic, barrednnThe nightmares were livid, occultist, depravednHis epiphany struggled to comenBut dawn found him there, redemptive, preparednLike Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sunnnAll fears were smearednWhen Joan had appearednIn a shower of tearsnLast vestige of innocencennYearning for her vision of divinitynOf her miracles and dreamt lyrical deedsnnHe would meet her at the pyre as the fire kissednAnd together they'd climb to God, entwined in blissnnDevil may carenHe awed the court with a sworn confessionnQuickening therenHis radiant deathnAnd acute renewalnnThusnThe end was gloriousnHe went like Jesus trussednTo shadow and to dustnAt the stroke of sevennnAndnWith thieves at both his handsnThe Reaper of these landsnWept with holy plansnAs he choked to heaven