She runs rampant,
Dancing with the demons,
While the angels
Flutter dauntless above.
A combination of both,
She is,
Filled with endless, burning love.
Eyes of flames,
That lick at the lips,
And a mouth,
Of sinful wit and smoke.
She has a laugh,
That draws lovers near,
And snakes to Eden.
And her tears,
Which shake the world,
And make Heaven itself cry.
She is perfect.
And she is a monster.
She is the fiery one,
With six, great wings
To hold her high above it all.
Enjoy the view,
But do not be fooled,
She is the fiery one,
With the deepest depths to fall.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 12:58 AM UTC
She runs rampant,
Dancing with the demons,
While the angels
Flutter dauntless above.
A combination of both,
She is,
Filled with endless, burning love.
Eyes of flames,
That lick at the lips,
And a mouth,
Of sinful wit and smoke.
She has a laugh,
That draws lovers near,
And snakes to Eden.
And her tears,
Which shake the world,
And make Heaven itself cry.
She is perfect.
And she is a monster.
She is the fiery one,
With six, great wings
To hold her high above it all.
Enjoy the view,
But do not be fooled,
She is the fiery one,
With the deepest depths to fall.
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