Abstinence
She doesn't know.
I can't ever let her know.
You can't imagine what its like to be like this, and to remember how I once was.
To know once I could spread my sinner's wings and soar anywhere I chose.
To remember having power so great, my very name made other devils fear.
Some part of my being craves that again. Sometimes, because I want to be able to be powerful for her. When we fight a foe and I know I can't help her as well as I once could. Once, I could have protected her from everything. No one would have dared harm what I love.
What was mine.
Sometimes, the craving is selfish. I want to my power for the simple fact I am tried of pretending to be this weak little boy.
I crave my horns, my claws, my wings.
I crave to hold her in strong arms, and take away everything she fears.
I want to be myself again, I want my power.
I want to cast off this childs form.
I want to be something she could see as a man, (As much of a man as a devil can be anyway).
But I know the price and its too high.
I have already stolen enough from her.
I crave, but I hold that craving inside me and stay silent.
It aches so, but for her I would carry any pain, gladly.
For her life, I will abstain.
