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"the love of good and evil(cont'd)" by stargaze0991

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The damned gypsy" he thought,
why can't she go to her peace and let me rot,
a swift anger came across the demon's soul,
and an urging like you'll never know,
on the gates bars he broke off one of his horns,
picturing the wall his angel would soon adorn,
more than anything he wanted to see her blood,
see the innocent scream as he pushed in the stud,
he sqeezed his horn with a taloned hand,
and walked over to where his angel stand,
a tear so horrible in his throat stopped him,
to the other side he couldn't go he realized then,
he stopped and panted for air,
doubled over he knew no one cared,
just then his angel turned around to him,
he was blinded by her angelicness and turned away,
seeing him pain she walked over to the demon bending over where he lay,
a graceful, slender hand extended to him,
only then did he remember the horn still in his limb,
her long neck poised directly above his arm,
it would be so easy to do her harm,
then their eyes met and they both knew all would be lost,
not knowing how much it'd cost,
snake-eyes of the devil clashed with pools of crystaline doves,
the attraction far to great to resist,
kill her, make her bleed the incubus tried to insist,
but all was lost in a fatal twist,
the angel reached out her hand to touch the beast,
trembling at the forboding for this delicious feast,
but just as the demon had felt,
Razors in her neck seemed to make her skin melt,
and she lay beside the beast quivering,
though the heat of the pain was now whithering,
red blazed in the back of the beasts eyes,
rage and disappointment and other emotions he couldn't surmise,
He stared in the cherub's face,
following and tracing where went her gaze,
the fire flared from his socket,
as he understood what she wanted,
his horn lay beside his leg,
fallen and dropped in his fit of pain,
blinding pain shot across his head,
when her hand trembling took her horn's stead
The clash of black on ivory made her scream,
And lilting she said these words to me,
"mine for yours,
yours for mine,
let out blood flow,
and intertwine,
let us mix,
let us touch,
my sin for yours,
your sin for mine,
I'm given"







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