Call me not graceless;

For it is true that I,

saw the hope of sunlight,

in this demon sky.

But the moon holds lost souls,

and hellfire is heavenache.

So all is justified

in the risks I do and do not take.

A refusal to do harm

to those bathed in holy light

but an acceptance of a mentor

with unspoken devil-blights.

A kinship with the damned,

cries of caution to the air.

Callings to a friendship

composed of dust and neverwhere.

But betrayal has beshaken me

and bought me to the ground,

only thoughts of retribution

will bring my black heart round.

To the freedom that it longs for,

to the pleasure I won’t share.

Yes, I can taste the sweet vengeance:

demon heart and angel hair.