He was as sweet as anything
could ever be. A passionate,
yet gentle lover. A beauty seen
only once a lifetime. A gentleman
whose manners were so humble he
radiated perfection.A jewel so
precious, that everyone fought
for him. An angel from above
they said. An angel.

Yet as we argued for him, we
turned our backs to him, too
busy concentrating on each
other to see the wicked smirk
he wore. We turned a blind eye
to the things he did and said. We
refused to accept that he was a
demon. A devil.

We refused to see that as he
spread his white wings, his shadows
spread *****, gnarled limbs. That
as he smiled, his face contorted into
something akin to malice. That as he
glowed of innocence, his bright halo
blinded us from his hidden horns.

We refused to accept that he was
the Devil disguised as an Angel.

All because we loved him.