

demonicangelisThe seraphim watches her from the rooftops watches as she moves through the crowds watches her hide her dark wings under her velvet cloak watches as she seduces with her eyes knowing he must capture her but wanting to posses herdemonicangelis
The demon moves through the crowd shrouding her true darkness tempting passerby with her ruby lips and haunting dark eyes she knows he pursues her to send her back to hell but she cannot help to think what it would be like to be held in the light.
he moves across the rooftops to the clearing where she sits &nb
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Life is like walking along a Beach.
And thank you for the comment on my poem.
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~Moonlit skin and starshine eyes~
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Life is like walking along a Beach.
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