Banished from Hell,
Promoted to Heaven,
Demoted to lower realms.
Meets a gray eyed wolf,
But ends up with a sage.
"Little demon, choose. Grapes or I?"
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Work of fiction. Original. 2017. Edited Feb 10 2018.
I no longer remember, The times when I was comfortable.
I awake bloody, Black and blue all over.
Beside me, He lays.
Dreadful eyes closed, A moment of rest, Only for a moment...
Because he begins to wake, Unconsciously rattling my nerves, Every fiber and cell of my being, Against a monster with gray eyes, I feel thick layer of miasma, Slowly engulfing me to death.
I wish you never wake up, But wishes of devils such as I, Are rarely granted.
I see him blink, His eyes limpid within an expanse of gray.
I feel numb, But his innocent smile causes me to go blank.
A devilish smile, Only giving me a sense of dread.
Do not smile.
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