5: The Devil's Game
Once the queen of the devil's playground,
Feeding on the flesh and poor souls of another.
Rapture in pure human form
Stubbornly unaware of the this newfound power I possessed.
So foolish to place my hands in the fire
For my scars reached father than my own tainted soul.
A dangerous game spun out of control
For the power was never mine to own.
Sheltered in this twisted fantasy
I held my head high
Slashing my dagger along the way with no regret.
Not a single thread of remorse.
Her existence was no more than an unfamiliar voice.
Without a face,
She lacked the heart that was slowly breaking
With each carefully calculated move.
The darkness, her enemy as it breathed new life into me.
Like a shadow in the night,
I tightly wrapped my hands around her throat
As my laughter echoed through the trees,
Deafening as it tore through her battered soul
Unable to take much more.
Yet, still I played the devil's game.
An offer better left ignored.
I was weak, but not as the devil had predicted.
I possessed a strength
That seemed lost beneath desires of the flesh,
Suddenly awakened by the subconscious.
The wrongs I so willingly committed
Now laid before me in all of their imperfections,
My hands now feeling the sting of the flames
As they consumed my arms and entered my weary soul.
This playground now a battlefield
As I stubbornly fought for my broken wings.
Her silent tears shattered like glass,
Silencing all selfish intentions,
While out of the ashes a new image appeared.
She was human like me.
Unbroken, her wings like gold.
Opening her heart with unfamiliar understanding
And a forgiveness unseen by most.
A covenant born from the unexpected.
Shielded we were by the sword at her side.
Her words of wisdom filled the air
As her laughter echoed in the distance.
A plan so carefully constructed from her own hostile insanity.
For she too was no stranger to the devil's playground
Disguising her tarnished halo and broken wings
With the certainty of a false prophet.
Fooled once more, but not to be defeated.
Gone as quickly as she appeared.
Her hands now bearing the sting of the flames
As new truths revealed themselves
And others remained a mystery.
A well deserved vengeance against the wicked?
Or perhaps another chapter in the devil's game.-
Feeding on the flesh and poor souls of another.
Rapture in pure human form
Stubbornly unaware of the this newfound power I possessed.
So foolish to place my hands in the fire
For my scars reached father than my own tainted soul.
A dangerous game spun out of control
For the power was never mine to own.
Sheltered in this twisted fantasy
I held my head high
Slashing my dagger along the way with no regret.
Not a single thread of remorse.
Her existence was no more than an unfamiliar voice.
Without a face,
She lacked the heart that was slowly breaking
With each carefully calculated move.
The darkness, her enemy as it breathed new life into me.
Like a shadow in the night,
I tightly wrapped my hands around her throat
As my laughter echoed through the trees,
Deafening as it tore through her battered soul
Unable to take much more.
Yet, still I played the devil's game.
An offer better left ignored.
I was weak, but not as the devil had predicted.
I possessed a strength
That seemed lost beneath desires of the flesh,
Suddenly awakened by the subconscious.
The wrongs I so willingly committed
Now laid before me in all of their imperfections,
My hands now feeling the sting of the flames
As they consumed my arms and entered my weary soul.
This playground now a battlefield
As I stubbornly fought for my broken wings.
Her silent tears shattered like glass,
Silencing all selfish intentions,
While out of the ashes a new image appeared.
She was human like me.
Unbroken, her wings like gold.
Opening her heart with unfamiliar understanding
And a forgiveness unseen by most.
A covenant born from the unexpected.
Shielded we were by the sword at her side.
Her words of wisdom filled the air
As her laughter echoed in the distance.
A plan so carefully constructed from her own hostile insanity.
For she too was no stranger to the devil's playground
Disguising her tarnished halo and broken wings
With the certainty of a false prophet.
Fooled once more, but not to be defeated.
Gone as quickly as she appeared.
Her hands now bearing the sting of the flames
As new truths revealed themselves
And others remained a mystery.
A well deserved vengeance against the wicked?
Or perhaps another chapter in the devil's game.-
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