I found solace,
horns weren’t dreadful,
dripping blood and sins.
Pride isn’t so thoughtful.
Knelt, gaped up for a gaze,
eyes so red, effulge.
Coitus on my mind,
always an incorrigible.
Even lord can’t save me
sided with the bearer of light.
As hibiscus on devil’s bed
longing to be brutalized.
He took my soul, devoured!
Making my flesh perpetual.
Will he fight the lord? Perhaps
I’d let my soul suffer,
forever in devil’s embrace.
~ Winter ❄️
Winter 