“As old as this ruse is,
is the ancient Angel,
whose peace never came.
Silently roams in the abyss,
the metaphor of a devil,
shackled within hate and shame.
Temptation to those yearning,
a thousand millennia,
passed as a weeping rose.
Appreciation to those learning,
innocence within an aura,
blood shrouded these woes.
Seduction is my vehemence, as my soul is purely crafted.”