The whips of her hair flew A spew electric blue His wings encircled her And he looked at her with his fire amber eyes The devil's child from below She didn't know The wishbone would make her remember A devil's child From the life of hers before Struck from smoke She began to remember How fobidden their love was The devil in angels wings Where both flew To end the war that never ended To make life anew
The book I'm reading made me want to write that. It is called The Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor.