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A/N: Slightly disturbing poem ahead. Hinting at rape. Character Death. Read at your own risk.
A Realm For The Hellish
There is a place filled with many a things,
Of powed white snowflakes and angel wings,
Where the wind blows and the moon shines bright,
And the innocents fear the coming of night,
Blood flows in the rivers as it would in one's veins,
And the air is filled with screams of horror and pains,
A world for the demons, that's what it is,
Each with it's own prisiner or captive,
In this world there is one of sand,
A demon who chose to roam the land,
Until he was caught and sealed away,
Into a boy who's here to stay,
A prisoner to a demon bound to his soul,
A container for the monster is his role,
And now in the realm he stays,
Away from the beautiful sun's rays,
The cold is unbearable to say the least,
As it should be for a demonic beast,
One who lusts for the sight of blood and gore,
Ended up with his human's innocence pure,
The cold to represent a demon's heart,
Is soon to play it's deadly part,
How ironic it is for a human from the village hidden in sand,
To have his skin turn blue and his heart stop in this land.