Cry, tiniest demonA Poem by Savior knowmoreCry was small of stature, but big in power Raking her claws over the little bones of man Yet, her long claws and teeth betray her
Thorns of emotion stab at Cry as she does the evil deeds Hooked tail swishing on the cave floor Entangled in an eternity of tradition
Tradition states that demons are cruel Instant dealers of torment from they day their created Never ending the suffering of man In her heart, Cry knows it's true Except, in her soul, her black soul, she weeps Stunted by her feelings, it's obvious of her betrayal. Testifying against her, her diminuitive size fights against her
Darkness fills souls of men and demon alike Envisioning what will become of the demon who feels pity Motherly instinct keeps her from letting her lot listen to tradition Only that keeps their souls pure Not a single tear, though, can be shed, Cry... © 2012 Savior knowmoreAuthor's Note
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Added on May 4, 2012 Last Updated on May 4, 2012 AuthorSavior knowmoreThe EstateAboutFavorite Book: The Host, by the author of Twilight Favorite Movie: Preist Favorite Band: Evanesce Favorite Song: Instituionalized, by Suicidal Tendancies Favorite Color: Crimson Favorite quotes.. more..Writing
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