O' Baphomet

In shadows deep, where whispers creep, A tale unfolds, of valor's leap. Through lands of dread, where demons tread, A lone assassin, his path ahead. With dagger keen and heart of steel, He journeys forth, with silent zeal. In cloak of night, his purpose clear, To face the beast, without a fear. Beneath the moon's pale, watchful eye, He hears the mournful wails nearby. In labyrinthine maze, where evil lies, The demon lord, with fiery eyes. Baphomet, the dread name rings, A terror feared, where darkness sings. But 'tis not fear that fills his heart, For duty calls, he'll play his part. With silent step and blade unsheathed, He moves as though by fate, bequeathed. Each strike a dance, a deadly art, To pierce the demon's blackened heart. With final blow, the deed is done, The battle fought, the victory won. And as the dawn breaks, with light anew, The assassin fades from view.