Signing the Devil’s Book

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Behold, a single black rose,

Drawn from a pool of darkness

Where beauty hath chose.

For where beauty resides,

A cloud of dark thoughts hide.

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So come whatever may,

To cast the light away.

Yielding to the power of the night,

Where angels lament and take their flight

Away from the shadows of the risen moon,

When deceptions of temptation come all too soon.

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In the silent winds, the night calls;

Prick thyself on thy thorn as blood falls.

In thy betrayed hands, behold,

The mark of the immortals of old.

The darkness smiled, the forsaken bereaved,

Into the hollow illusion, another soul is weaved.