Dion Warr


Demons Wife

/Blood red heels
/Click clacking on down our secret kept streets
/Her tight black fitted dress
/Darkness kisses her body well
/Long Red hair fallen from her scalp to her back
/As if Mars cracked and became her
/Freckles perfectly spotted on her face
/The smile of the devil
/The men fall to their deaths glimpsing at her

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