I whisper to my deamon
What i plead the most
The greatest sin i do
I summond the darkness
and
Watch it crawl
Slowly forming a
man
His frightning voice
giving me chills
His enchanted wing so
Dark and beatiful
That one touch could shatter them
His deadly stare watching me
and my movements
I ask him for one thing
"Can i die"
He smiles
"Your already in hell"
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