Demon Love Song plays in the dark,
as black smoke fills the lungs,
seducing the weak and helpless.

Tangled webs of truth
breach the wall and crumble,
seep into her soul, steal her innocence.

He sends dreams of flames
fracturing the serene skyline.
Devotion so enduring, so resolute,
it was bound and concealed from sight.

Decomposing beneath the underworld, he waits
and waits and waits and waits
until his beloved reaches out,
a hopeless embrace.

Too corporeal to be a hallucination,
too unholy to be real.
Drifting between realms,
he appears only in shadow.

His blurred form creeping on the edge of sight,
sliding underneath her covers well past the hour of midnight.
She wanders and waits,
and waits and waits and waits
on the verge between sleep and awake.

A once steadfast curse shatters and breaks like glass.

His touch,
his kiss,
more weighted and demanding than she’s ever felt in her entire life;
Even if she is made of flesh and bone,
even if he is just a ghost.

Together forever.
Nothing can keep them apart.
Time to collect a stolen heart,
one she was compelled to abandon over a millennia ago.

Two souls finding each other again and again and again.
Tragedy and triumph on a loop.
A broken record playing only for them.

This is the demon love song they sing as they lay side by side,
waiting for the light,
always grasping blinding for each other’s hand in the unyielding dark.