• goddess_of_blazingwords 9w

    There is beauty in a demon's eyes,
    Black, which sparkles like stars of the glooming skies.
    How can it be that I unraveld it's shade of mystery and pleasure?
    Lo! And behold,
    My eyes fixed with erratic emotions attached with viable sentiments.

    Let it be known to thee my lord!
    These words, they whistle sweetly,
    Beautiful melodies journeying down to your peaceful abode.
    A mistress to Zeus and a servant to Poseidon,
    My sould believes your arms are my fortress,
    Yearning for a touch.
    Yes! I am called a mother of spirit's,
    Cause I birth 'em as though they're mere mortals.

    Permit me to crawl in your veins and absorb your pains, do not deprive a vessel of the gods the pleasure of bowing before a King I plea thee!
    Fire and brimstone, can it ever melt the frozen parts of a fierce heart?
    Hearken to my voice and let me be your "broken healer",
    The Savior sent to mend that which has been torn apart.
    "For in you is an Angel that hides behind the shadow of a compassionate devil".
    Bambi's ink
    Hope Bomate Nelson