DEVIL

***Written for Singthesorrow's poetry contest, but still pretty awesome.***

He was the moon
but black against a silver sky,
shading you in colours unknown to the day.
Listen to the tongue in your ear
as blood drips from painless wounds,
and a kiss to seal what's left of your humanity.

(Devil girl, I can see your style,
I know you'll only be around for a little while)

He took a flower,
red like unscarred roses
and white against the poet's black soul,
his memories would die within the flower.
Nothing true ...
but 'neath the bitter stars of rue,
a love bathed in immortality, renewed.

(Devil woman, you've got style,
just wish you'd love me a little while)

But like a stain on memories
a jagged scorpion knife, in a butterfly's hands,
she kissed him back
and sorrows left dormant,
anger swirling in the depths of loneliness,
it all drained from his veins.

Devil woman, you've got style,
I just wish you kept me alive a little while ...