Demon In Disguise
He is a rose (one of a kind),
A rare and natural beauty
not withered by time,
He is a thorn
that pierces her pride,
While he holds many others
she is the shadow by his side,
He makes her bleed,
leaving nowhere to hide,
He rules her with an iron fist
this man who shines,
She is a song (he plays in spite),
The melody off key,
the words not quite right,
He is a prize
many fight to win,
His public will never know
how much she fears him,
He threatens her being,
her free will he binds,
He strips her sense of self,
by his values she is defined,
He is a portrait (a work of art),
A priceless masterpiece
others hold close in their hearts,
He is a man
they know little of,
He doesn’t reveal himself to them
but to her he does,
He cuts her down,
to her pain he is blind,
She is but a possession to him,
this demon in disguise.
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