Demon In The Corner

A poem for the man I'll never love......Not in a million years.

There's a demon sitting at a desk in the corner

With eyes that blaze revenge

That draw the humans towards them

And leads them to their death.

She's got an army out behind her

And one lustful attendant

Who remains her obscene warrior

That aches to kiss a hand.

He is sweet and pure and innocent

With hormones that tend to spike

A spineless, demon loving idiot

Who for those reasons I will never love or even like.

Author's Note

If anyone has seen Bleach, I compare myself a lot to Captain Unohana, who began as a beast and eventually hid it behind a tame facade.