The Devil
They wonder, how such monster
Fell deep inside of a dancing flower
There is something that caughts the eye
A small misty hollow in the night sky
"It must be lie! " the people said
They were stunned, how black became red
A bullet piercing through a heart
When blood is splattered, can you still call it art?
Tears came flowing down the eyes of the dead
They say she's gone missing, well that's what they said,
The sound surrendered, with just a simple kiss
Did not even dared to scream, after all you are his
The thorns pricked, she bled
Yet nothing lasts, soon he fled
The clock strikes, the church's bells rang
He missed her lips, even the sounds she sang
The doors opened and there he glance
Ah, the beauty not knowing in such a quiet dance
In her neck , red and black are spotted
In his kingdom she stayed, rotted.
Hiraeth Margaux
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