Stolen By The Devil Poem by Kaitelyn Heitzman

He looked through eyes,
Of trust and fate,
At the one,
That stole his heart away,
She held it firmly,
In her grasp,
Twisting and ripping,
The fragile thing,

Naive with feelings,
He allowed the torture,
For with every tear,
The illusion grew,
For this is love,
He told himself,
This is how it's meant to be,

He looked through eyes,
Of trust and pain,
At the one,
That stole his heart away,
Her beauty gleamed,
And masked the sorrow,
Sometimes the pain's,
To much to bare,
But he holds on,
To the one he loves,
This is how it's meant to be,

She steps away,
Drops his heart,
Twisted ripped and broken,
Leaves him hopeless,
On the ground,
Writhing for his love,
He cries in pain,
And his screams echo,
Through the hall of doom,

He looks through eyes,
Of damage and pain,
At the one,
That stole his heart away,
She's gone now,
In so many ways,
leaving him behind,
The devil has her,
In his grip,
The devil tore her,
Away from him,
And now she lies,
In her coffin,
Her beauty gleaming from the grave.