Summoning

I am at his beck and call.

Says it’s him or not at all.

Bending at the knee I fall

Eyes wide open, looking up

Sweating, waiting to disrupt

Yelling at myself, SHUTUP!

Sinister commands are flowing

Soak in all that red light glowing

My eagerness dares at showing

His growl is deep, it dominates

There’s no time for debates

His sound bids and captivates