A being of evil, none but I can define,
he was searching for one, he could call mine.
Hearts he has drunk, ripped mercilessly apart,
once he sees, tis' the job of Cupids dart.
For he is a villain, eyes forever cruel,
no pity, for he is one, who will win any duel.
A body strengthened by the devils power,
no escape from his chain, locked in his glower.
The moment he caught me in his wicked sight,
there was no chance of me winning this fight.
The sirens song is no match for his voice,
has broken angels, no reason to rejoice.
Bound in locks and locks of his to keep,
predictions of despair, and nights to weep.
But I will not give up hope, though many shed a tear,
for he is the demons spawn, He Who I Fear.
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Earthly Own
PoetryPoetry grown from earthly bound emotions of ill fates, tainted love, dark thoughts, and more if you dare to discover. Explore your heart and find the inner you.
