Tonight, I meet him by the flame,
the devil who whispers my true name.
"Which piece of my heart will you claim?
Leave me peace just an ember's frame."
His eyes gleam, a furnace untamed.
"Your peace," he says, "remains unblamed.
But remember, child, hearts are a game,
and none leave whole, never the same."
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
Tonight, I meet him by the flame,
the devil who whispers my true name.
"Which piece of my heart will you claim?
Leave me peace just an ember's frame."
His eyes gleam, a furnace untamed.
"Your peace," he says, "remains unblamed.
But remember, child, hearts are a game,
and none leave whole, never the same."
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