I'm believing in her cold touch, in her view,
standing next to her I turned away from you.
I took my last living breath,
and I joined her in my death.
The devil,
she intrigues the thought of light,
she brings my inner darkness to sight.
The most beautiful in a darkened world,
makes my mind twist and makes it twirl.
She's amazing.
She's the one for me.
In the darkness she's all I see.
With her horns and with her tail,
I'm to a cross held with her nails.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Wow! So full of metaphor and symbolism this poem speaks to me. A fave
Beautiful done
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