She was called by demons
They offered her their hands
To cross the bridge to reach
An overcast land
She has no time to dwell upon
The woe in her heart is bulk
Those dusky eyes stared at her
Yet she has no fear
Her heart is made of ice
She seized their hands and traversed
With no muse as she has nothing at stake
A new onset has been set
As she ventured the land
Her ears engulfed with anguished cries
Her perceptible eyes wandered around
While divesting her void facade
A mocking smirk playing on her lips
Her confounded heart is mightily pleased
The commotion of hell became her haven
All because of a demons call.
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This is written by me
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