A fire burns within his eyes
And that is where the Daemon lies
Deep down in his heart of hearts
It waits to tear his soul apart
The ghosts and goblins can't deny
The chill that crawls upon their spines
When he walks past with wicked grin
They smell his power; taste his sin
Upon his throne, he sits and waits
For answers to the Stygian gates
Four keys he has, but will not suffice
To beat the beast who gave him life
For seventeen years, the Daemon wept
For pain of humanity and secrets kept
But Latin books and trinkets of power
Shall release him from his mortal tower
Author notes
For Nate Satantatertots!
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Comments
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Very nice flow to this; simply light with a dabble of darkness.
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You don't even know how happy this made me. I had a smile on my face the whole time. IT'S AMAZING!!!!! I love you so much! Thnxs bunches for it X3 it's perfect! The flow is amazing and it made me just have a dry orgasm XP
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