Confession
By the flames of the fire
I sit and admire
the boy with the white-silver hair
my heart lingers for him
but I can only adore him
for he is part demon and man
for his heart is not pure
and can never endure
the fate that is my love
though the blackest heart
cannot depart
from what they call is love
for all romance
is bound to dance
whether in the light or dark