love and laughter
shines so ever bright
chaos consumes the light
screams of innocents
fill that grim space
where devils go
to play his intent
to swoon and enchant
oh how he dwells in his
misfortunes yet
the light is so consuming
the touch sizzling
the fire growing
What shall his wish be?
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Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
