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Author: Koinu-chan
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-04-05 - Updated: 03-04-05 - id:1850887

Death Falls Upon the Wicked

In dark corners of my room,
I cower beneath shadows that loom.
But despite the dark and my fears,
I smile underneath the curtain of tears.

Many have died by my hands tonight,
But their deaths do not cause my plight.
I cry for the one the now-dead stole from me,
It was his death that caused this killing spree.

I rather enjoyed fulfilling my bloodlust,
It had always been Humans I could not trust.
But now they are dead, as they should be,
Yet all of their deaths do not return him to me.

All I can do is wait for my time,
Already in my head, funeral bells chime.
This all started because some said,
“The only good Demon, is one that is dead!”

With this my love and I did not agree,
But it was too late for the Humans to see.
They would always fight to keep us apart,
For Demons could not acquire a Human heart.

But what sane Demon would wish for a Human heart?
I stare at the one in my hand, and my feast starts.
The only good Humans are those on platters,
I throw a corpse through a window, which then shatters.

Let the damned bastards see,
What happens when they anger me.
I look at the body of my love,
For as I die, it is he I dream of.

The hearts of the Humans I had feasted on,
Have poisoned me, I no longer live on.
My revenge was sweet, but Death is best,
For now beside my love I rest.

Our time was brief, spent together,
But our love shall live on, forever and ever.
Even Humans cannot kill the Demon soul,
Though some of our blood is darker than coal.

That means nothing about how we act,
We’re just like Humans, as-a-matter-of-fact.
It’s just that our blood runs wilder than theirs,
I see my love at the top of Heaven’s Stairs.

And so my journey on Earth now ends,
My love and I had started out as childhood friends.
To finish our lives as Husband and Wife,
Humans and Demons are two sides of a knife.

Which is what we were, myself and he,
For we could not choose what we were to be.
Love knows no boundaries of any kind,
It all depends on your state of mind.

A/N: Also written when I was happy..... I must be backwards......



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