The rain trickles down the windowpane
An unsure sentiment from the atmosphere
Hanging heavily from rose petals as they dance
With each new drip, every fallen drop
The water static singing sweetly in the dark

The most powerful demons reside in angels,
for angels are crafted in Hell.
Hearts carved from stone and glass,
and a beautiful burned mask to shell.

But Hell is not run by demons,
for demons are not the evilest beings to abound.
Even worse is a being born pure,
lured to darkness by its sweet, silent sound.