This Devil Can Cry

His past is covered in blood not his own

With myriad shadows in his mind.

Heartless is he and will ever be,

But this devil may forever cry.

This lost being searching for the Stygian light

With every hurt he brings to each dying entity.

Long ago he lost his soul to darkened deeds,

Though you can still hear this devil lament.

Beneath the sickly moon, the steal at his side will glow a deep crimson

From the stings it has brought during the pitiless night.

Rivers flow from his empty eyes as he asks the stars,

"Why does this callous devil weep?"

This dark master holds only his sharpened blade close to him

With its haunting beauty and deadly grace.

Greed forfeited his heavenly wings to lost windswept time,

And this loss is what makes this devil grieve.

Slipping to the stone floor while falling deep within his thoughts

With his bleak future written so clearly on his own hands.

Scarlet pours from his wounds like crystal waterfalls,

But still...

This devil can cry.