The Mourning Candle/by:Haunted Lunacy

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He lit a candle,mourning 
a love that had gone wrong.
She was never who she 
claimed to be,
He knew it all along.
An angel she was, he 
knew it all too well.
Little did he know, that 
angel was from hell.

Eyes that lit up the room, 
but fire was the source.
She set his little world 
ablaze, and never felt 
remorse.
The angels wings 
soon released,
And she flew away.
Leaving him with 
a burning candle ,
For the devil he met that day.

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