In the Nine Hells, where darkness dwells,
Lies Asmodeus, a devil of tales.
With schemes so grand, his mind so sly,
He plots and plans with an evil eye.
But let me share a little jest,
About his arse, quite unimpressed.
For you see, it gleams so bright,
Like golden treasure in the night.
Asmodeus, the lord so feared,
With a rear end that's quite revered.
His foes may quake and minions cower,
But his golden behind steals the hour.
He struts around with pride so bold,
His posterior, worth more than gold.
His subjects bow, their eyes aglow,
Asmodeus' arse, a sight to behold.