Skies falling.Storm brewing.Angels die in the frigid darkness.I touch your face one final time and the glass cracks beneath my fingertips to reveal the demon you truly were.Your scent of death is dire and alurring.I want to kill you and make love to you all at one time because that silver screaming in your eyes mimicks the devil neath your skin.Charm and deceit your trade.The lost beast of a man you are became a legend no monster could compare.Cloaked in black to hide your scars.They sought to slaughter you but you were clever.The love and hatred between a witch and a legacy of hellish proportion.Doomed from the start..the creative process of an end result in a dark heart poisoned by the dart of treachery.
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