Lost Lover

Demon,stalker of the night.
Her words memorized me like the charmer of a snake,that night.
She touched me, my hart beat in the soul of her hand.
was she a reaper of the night,or bad dream that came that night.
I may never know,it was so long ago,when she came,and stole my soul.
years feel like seconds.
The toll on my soul felt like the devil had touched me him self.
Shall I surrender to her,what she took that night.
Still weak to her charm, and bloodied by her wrath.
Let the memory's of her go from my head.
Return to me my soul.

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