Satan marrying me
I am his one and only
Screaming out for his lonely
I will be his bride to be
That grown I wore
Is bloody red and more
His scaly hand reach out
Putting the wedding band for me
Forever I shall be
Leaving this joyless field
And into his arms of agony...
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For My Fallen Angel
As I draw up my breath,
And silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
For she will never rise.
On my weak body,
Lays her dying hand.
Through those meadows of Heaven,
Where we ran.
Like a thief in the night,
The wind blows so light.
It wars with my tears,
That won't dry for many years.
"Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled,
And not Deaths ebon dart
To strike her dead."
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