Satan's spell of pride.

Satan's spell of pride.

A Poem by lz.angst

Satan's spell of pride.
Intriguing mystery brought me to thee,
so dark, yet ready to reveal.
Taunting at wounds that heal,
sataric nature making its appeal.
You and me is us,
until my unswerving devotion in thee,
darkness engulfed me in its embrace,
the day I waited for you to come to me.
satan's spell of pride on thee,
that got you away from me.
darkness that bled from wound on red,
yet again had a cold grip on me .

© 2013 lz.angst


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Added on January 19, 2013
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lz.angst
lz.angst

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