He who cannot make the hell beautiful
but he can route the roads beautiful ASF to the hell - Devil

In shadows thick, the specter looms,
A chilling breath in silent rooms.
What lies beyond this fleeting breath,
A light, A void, or quiet death.

Yet in the night, a fire burns bright,
Defying death with every fight.
Embrace the storm, the fleeting breath,
For life is fierce, even in death.

Earth spins in warmth, a dance with the sun,
In golden rays, her heart is won.
But the moon, in silver, watches with care, Drawing tides, a love laid bare.

Though sunlight warms,
the moonlight sighs,
In quiet nights, their bond defies.
For in this celestial embrace, they know,
Earth loves the sun, but the moon loves so.

Your smile, my sun in endless skies,
Your touch, the warmth where my heart lies.