Arising from the flames, I set out to the sky.
Sitting on a throne, he maliciously smiles.
"You are a menace, and I see my reflection in your shadows.
What say my sonnet? Would you like to be the torment this whole tribe follows?"
What's in it for you, I counter.
Grinning in delight, he stands up and saunters.

"Let my name be the first in your every spell.
Let my rage be the one controlling your every work.
Sadism in your eyes shall be the symphony to my anger, and...