Thou art a myserious black rose;
a wandering maiden lost in the night,
lead into anywhere this darkness goes,
yet no emotion was seen not even fright.
Then here goes a devil no one expected.
Too bad she's not here to save thee from darkness.
That scrumptious taste of thy fear she detected;
no doubt, of the night, she is the heiress.
In this black hole, thou shalt not get out alive,
'cause everything is meant to bury you deep.
This concept from hell we derive.
But here's a promise, she's bound to keep;
"she shalt be thy Mafia Reaper,
thy death she shalt be the keeper".
11.05.14
the devil is not there to save the maiden
but no one said the devil can't protect her either...
Happy 15th New Year Summer!
xx Hetta
