Devoniare was his name
He surely talked a fair game
Full of sweetness
Raging lust

For all to see
He spoke so eloquently
The ladies did swoon
As His voice crooned

He was a man you see
Just like the rest they say
But not to me
I was mesmerized
Caught in His spell

His darkness was intoxicating
His light blinding
He was both you see
At least to me

He came for me that night
Everyone wanted me to ignore his call
The evil inside him oozed
Like putrid pus from a wound

I could not see it though
Looked like an angel in the snow
He came for me when I did not answer
Needed my soul to feed his lust

As His voice crooned
His touch ignited
I saw a glimpse of the maggots
Pulling a knife

I prayed he would not see
As I pretended to still be in his spell
Flash of steele
Shriek of pain

Gurgling like a stream
A few gasps inbetween
His lungs filled with blood
As my hand held the knife

I gutted him you see
As he tried to kiss me
Shuddering as I dropped the knife
Coated in his wicked blood

Waking up screaming
"Oh thank you it was just a dream"
Looking down I see
My gown coated in red

Hands trembled
As eyes landed upon
That knife laying on the bed
On it's point was a bleeding heart

I screamed again and again
As I realized
It truly was the fight of my life
Won by me at a cost though

The cost for my soul was my innocence
Wonder if it was worth the price
Future will tell
One thing I won't forget
Is that putrid smell