A creature of the dark
Bent on destruction
Trapped in a dwelling place
And yet you go so far
Your struggle is not against flesh and blood
But against powerful forces of the darkness
Like an adversary to those unknowing of you
Yet judging by your downfalls
Though some iniquility was found in you
So quick to spill the sand of time
But so quick to pick it up
Yet falling back so restless
From all these thoughts inside
My Demonic Angel
So full of wisdom and perfect in beauty
Someday all your pain will cease

Jana Courville

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