Thanks to everyone who reviewed all my stories over the last, er..., age. I haven't written anything in a VERY long time due to lack of interest (fifth book pretty much killed any and all interest I had in the JK's works) and a busy schedule. I have gotten many requests for more poetry about evil characters. This is for those who demanded more:
Bella.
One translation is beauty
Another is war.
I am both.
Bella.
The red that pales the rose,
And those from whom it flows.
Such is my gift.
The green of my enemy's eyes,
And the shock in them when it flies.
Such is my curse.
Trapped was I, in Hell.
I shall return.
For it is my home.
And the Devil himself is my Master.
And I am his Bella.
Bella.
I am not a soldier.
I am not a drone.
I am not a killer.
I am not the Devil's Right Hand,
With which he smites his enemies.
I am something far more Sinister.
I am His Left Hand.
And He is left-handed.
I am His muse.
And His warrior.
And His Whore.
The Devil is my Master,
And I am his Bella.