Grace of Demons

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Gratia Demons

Grace of Demons

It’s surrounded by Demons

They dance with such grace

Their black wings unfold

Like darkness behind them

The fire in their eyes

Blazes with mischief

It warms me up inside

Like I’m already there

The grace of their movements

It’s hypnotizing and sinister

Feels like home

The slyness hidden deep within their voices

No mortal can ever detect

It sounds like velvet, oh-so sweet

It feels like silk as it wraps around me

They appear as regular as you or me

But beauty that is too unreal to describe

They know they’re marvolous

They use it to their advantage

The flames they ignite

Even the baby Fiends

It touches against me

Burns my skin

And I refuse to show the pain

I refuse to scream

Gratia Demons

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