That hellish fire, burning inside you,
Those dark, black wings,
That cold empty smile,
Those horns on your head and the claws on your hands,
Those arms that reached, and grabbed me from behind,
Those emotionless words,
That botomless black heart,
Those hands that patted me on the head,
That laugh that always chilled my spine,
Those words you whispered into my ear,
That tail that wagged when I neared,
Those deep black eyes, no longer cold,
That heart you stole from me when we first met;
That is you,
Devil of mine.
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