The brightest moon pulls the shameless night,
Ignites the eyes and starts the fight.
The worst torture or a sweet embrace,
Playing his game, a battle of hearts and fate.
With mild whispers,
He tempts, he teases
With gentle touches,
He plays, he pleases
That hell-fire burns heart and binds soul,
Chokes and tames her on its bed of thorns.
The demon's love makes her blind and fraught,
Undresses her with his evil songs.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 9:50 AM UTC
The brightest moon pulls the shameless night,
Ignites the eyes and starts the fight.
The worst torture or a sweet embrace,
Playing his game, a battle of hearts and fate.
With mild whispers,
He tempts, he teases
With gentle touches,
He plays, he pleases
That hell-fire burns heart and binds soul,
Chokes and tames her on its bed of thorns.
The demon's love makes her blind and fraught,
Undresses her with his evil songs.
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