I don't always speak the best in English. But I try. Reminded of when I never could speak English except one or two words, of course until I met him. I searched through my old books, each reading, "Dear future Larhs". And then I found this dainty little poem to my demon lover. Some call him generous, other call him nuts. But I never could care.
I've found one too many poems. My favorite however, is called His Lover.
"Dear Larhs, you sought for a demon, you received a demon,
You received a demon,
However you made your mistake.
Cut open a vessel,
Held out your hand,
Shook one,
And signed in blood.
You used the deal to save him,
Which killed you,
And now you're unsure if you're astray.
You remember sadness,
The smell of death,
His hugs,
The warmth of his bed,
and most importantly,
him."
I still miss him...
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