Savor those years for thy are sweet.
And the moonlit nights….
They are a delight to thee eye.
When doth my sweet devil return upon thee hour to rest his bones with thee?
With that devil scent and his eyes like fire?
What is that which ensnares my own senses?
Who is that? That touches thine soul?
No, it is thy night is it not?
Those nights where the devil is upon thee with those sweet nectars?
Pity the night,
For I love thee! Devil!
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