I saw the devil wept tears of sorrow and wondered was that the fiend of my memories.
Tears falling like morning dew leaving a trace upon it's flesh; a wet stain.
My heart forbids me to forget the past even as the memories fade but something  within me wonders if i had judge this wretch incorrectly.
It offered me more than the past scars inflicted.
what it gave me was ah so more priceless... A home
Which I had forgotten till it was taken.
I had suffered till it was offered once again and I live now that its doors have been reopened.