She Devil Poem by Bjørn Stuverød (The Holy Poet)

POEM
She Devil
The greeneyed she devil, she got fire in her eyes.
And ice in her heart, and her brain is smart.
Her hair is like the flames in hell, and she doesn't want anyone well.
Her wings are dark as the night, maybe she is alright, tonight.
She look so sweet, but why did we meet, and why can't I move my feet.
Then she says you are mine, and you can't decline.
But it is not your time yet, come with me and se what you get.
I promise that you will not regret.
Are you afraid, that you will be betrayed?
You got nothing to fear, this year, but I am coming back for you dear.
Then she disappears, in the air.
Heavenly Greetings
The Great Poet
Bjørn Stuverød.