The Devils Moon/by:Haunted Lunacy

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She dresses in madness
and bids my demons go,
They bow at her every whim ,
oh how they love her so,
She wraps me in her chaotic
whimsy,
her smile it steals my breath .
A goddess in a mortal world,
never to be touched by death .
I long to take her in my arms
and dance by the light of the
devils moon,
the scent of sulfur on her skin,
it begs my heart to swoon.
She parts her lips and whispers
softly , this can never be,
for you are merely just a man,
and I a deity.

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