Poetry's Tale to Tell

Devil's Demise

Your eyes,

You're beautiful, sparkling eyes.

They led me to my demise. . .

You're like an angel,

You can do no wrong.

Even to the devil,

Can you be sentimental.

Maybe that's why I fell for you.

You're beautiful and sweet.

So sweet,

You couldn't tell me we should no longer meet.

I stole your heart,

Broke it to pieces.

Now I have to watch,

Your love for him,

As it increases.

He gave you his heart,

Now you two pick up the remains,

And try to break free from my games.

Why do I do this?

I didn't want to see you become his!

I never wanted to let you go,

But I can not break free from my purpose. . .

To you I was a scorcher,

And even I admit I deserve this torture.

I deserve to watch you rise,

As I slowly meet my demise.

For with a broken heart,

You can never stay the same.

I'm the devil you betrayed.

The price I have paid. . .

My evil deeds,

Finally made me break.

Your innocent eyes,

I couldn't help but to tell lies.

I guess it's time to give you all a surprise.

And say,

The Devil finally meets his demise